“The lads are going to give us hell for this when they get here,” Feely announced, looking thoroughly disgusted with himself. “I can hear Danny’s smart-ass remarks already.” “Danny’s a dick,” Liz chimed in, moving to stand beside me. “And if he gives you guys shit for this, I’ll take off my shoe and stab him with it.” She looked at me and winked. “Especially you, birthday boy.” Oh fuck. My poor, poor heart.
