“Ah, no.”
“It’s decided now, Jamie.And I want them to hear it from me.”
I shake my head, hard.
Ian catches my arm.“I need a friend.”
“You’ve the whole family.”
“But I need you.”
“I can’t get my head around this.”
“I know.”
“You can’t ask me to be your wingman.”
“I just want you there.For Ryan as well.”
I snort and drop onto the bench beside him.
“He’ll need your advice.I wouldn’t mind a bit of it myself.”
“I’m not the right person right now.”
“Something will come to you.It always does.”
“What about Riley?Does she know?”
“‘Course she does.She was the first one I talked to about it.”
I nod.
“Dinner at the O’Connor house.It can’t be that bad.”
“It better not be.I don’t want a full circus landing in the front garden.”
“The ticket’s on me.”
“It’d want to be.”
“Seven o’clock.We’ll be waiting for you.”
Later,when I arrive at the O’Connor house, Nick opens the door.“What the fuck are you doing here?”he says.
“I was invited.”
“You had nothing better to do than spend your evening at the nuthouse?”
“Apparently not.”
“In that case…” He steps aside to let me in and shuts the door.“Best of luck to you.”
“Hey, Jamie,” Casey says, appearing in the hallway.“Are you staying for dinner?”
“So it seems.”
“Great, I’ll stick on another plate.”
