“I think you need to buy that girl a ring, Joe,” I announced as I read and then reread the note Aoife had left on my brother’s bedside locker on Sunday morning. “She’s a keeper.” “Yeah,” Joey muttered, scratching his jaw. “She must really love me.” “Uh, you think?” I rolled my eyes. “She adores you.” “But I don’t get why she would do this for me.”
