Grinning, she leaned her hip against the island and dried her hands with the tea towel. “Among other things.” “Like what?” I blurted out, trying and failing to play it cool. “I mean, uh, she said stuff about me?” “Aw, look at you blushing over my sister,” Caoimhe crooned. “This is too cute.” “Hugh’s in love,” Claire chimed in then. “He wants to smooch your sister.”
