Slipping his hand into his tailored suit pants pocket, he pulled out a handful of mini bags of chocolate buttons and passed them around to Tadhg and Ollie, who were grinning in delight. “Don’t be jealous,” Johnny warned Gibsie who was scowling at my brothers. “You’re on a diet—and you’re a grown-ass man.” “Don’t worry, my old flower,” Mr. Kavanagh said before tossing a packet to Gibsie. “I’ve got some for you, too.” “Score!” Gibsie snickered as he ripped open the packet and wolfed them down in one mouthful.
