“Haven’t decided the best time. Wanna be there?”
“I do. With Oksana.” He looked over at her. “You want to, right?”
“You know I do, but… I think it’s better if it’s just you and Kieran. Let her get over the shock and surprise. I can be in on another call.”
Lucky glanced at Kieran. “What do you think?”
“She’s right. I think its best if you and I are the only ones this first time.”
“All right.”
“Fancy a game of darts while we figure out a time to call?”
Lucky gave him an assessing glance. “Yes, I believe I do.”
Kieran turned to her. “Wanna play, Sara?”
She smiled. “You’re sweet to ask, but unless Oksana?—”
“Not me. I’ll take Lucky on in a chess game any day, but almost nobody can touch him at darts.”
“Yeah?” Kieran glanced at him, anticipation in his voice. “Pretty good, are you?”
“Decent.”
Rance snorted. “Uh-huh. Like Michael Jordan was adecentbasketball player.”
“Should be an interesting game, then.” Kieran picked up his lager and slid off the stool.
Sara watched them saunter toward the dart board, Sam trotting behind them, as they discussed something to do with the type of dartboard. “They have the same walk.”
“They do.” Oksana moved over to Kieran’s stool. “Aren’t you loving this?”
“It’s fabulous. For both of them. What do you think, Rance?”
“Tell you in a sec. I’m adding atmosphere to this shindig.” He fiddled with something behind the bar. “Ah, there we go.” A rollicking tune poured from the Rowdy Roost’s wall-mounted speakers.
Was that an Irish drinking song? Catchy. She tapped her toe against the bar’s foot rail.
Kieran turned around and looked at Rance. “Don’t tell me you hadThe Rocky Road to Dublinlying around.”
“No, sir. I found an Irish playlist on our streaming service.”
His eyebrows rose. “Savage.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I like it a lot.”
“Savageequals approval?”
“It does.”
“Okay, then.” He gave Kieran a thumbs up, then quickly slapped his hand down on the bar. “If that was an insult, you never saw it.”
“Not an insult, Yank.” Kieran grinned and returned the gesture before turning away.
“Yank?” Rance muttered. “Are we in a World War II movie?”
