His eyes twinkled, but what surprised me was Eoghan’s chuckle. “You teach him some manners, Inessa. You’d think he was raised on a pig farm with that mouth of his.” Declan’s eyes widened to such a degree he looked like he was in a cartoon. “Me?” he boomed, pointing his finger at himself. “Me? I’m the one with the mouth of a sailor?” Eoghan grinned—I saw, because I cast him a look to see if Declan was joking or not—and stated, “Ma would be so ashamed.” Declan growled, “We all know I’m her favorite.”
