“Your copy of the agreement, for safekeeping.” Mal tucks the napkin into his back pocket and takes a sip of his Guinness. “I mean it.” He shrugs. “I’m getting this notarized and apostilled.” “I know.” I throw another chip into my mouth, trying to act nonchalant. “Let’s just hope I don’t die from heartbreak first.” He downs the rest of his Guinness. I think about Kathleen’s open arms and the herd of girls who follow him everywhere. “Oh, I think you’ll survive.”
