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“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I said instead, struggling to keep my emotions in check. “You don’t even realize how brave you are.” It was the truth. Where she saw weakness, I saw strength. Where she saw fear, I saw resilience.
“Oh, yeah.” I leaned close and whispered in Joey’s ear. “That big gorilla of a boy definitely wants in your baby sister.” “Jesus Christ, do you want me to crash the car?” Joey choked out with a shudder.
“Shannon!” Ollie screamed down the line. “He’s killing Shannon!”
“So, what’s it going to be, Joey Lynch? Are we dying tonight, or are we living?”
The upstairs was not clear. I had kids up there.
He had them? My kids? He had them?
That boy belongs with us. He has a home with our family—his family—for the rest of his life.
I narrowed my eyes in disgust. “It’s a good thing I’m reformed, because that snide comment deserves a smack in the mouth.”
“I love your family, Joey,” she cut me off by saying, voice thick with emotion. “Each and every one of you.” She winked. “Especially you.” Especially me. Well, shit.
“And I already told you that we’re keeping you.” She chuckled. “Finders keepers, Joey love. You’re mine now.”
“Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the donkey,” Mam screeched when she returned to the room and found my long-lost love standing there. “Where in the name of Jesus did you come from?” “The window,”
