“Molloy,” he acknowledged in his usual deep timbre. “Causing trouble again?” “Always.” Grinning wolfishly, I hooked an arm around his neck for balance, feeling my pulse skyrocket at the sight of him. “What are you doing here?” “Looking out for you, apparently,” Joey muttered, keeping one strong arm hooked around me. “She’s mine, dickhead, back off,” Paul growled, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll look after her.” Joey cocked a brow. “Looks like you were doing a real stellar job at that.” “She’s drunk. She’s a handful when she’s like this.”
