“Fuck, I’m going to see how she is,” Kieran grumbles, swiping a hand down his face. “She’s a big girl,” I say, raising a brow. “I’m sure she’s fine.” “She will be in a minute,” Rad says, rubbing his hand together. “I’m about to gag her into next week,” he cackles, running back into the bar like a kid marching down the stairs on Christmas Day.
