Page 57 of Niall

“We both are.”

She nodded, finishing her sandwich. “Anyway, if you don’t like the front desk, you can be trained elsewhere. Up in the office, accounting, wherever. If you plan on working.”

“Of course I do.”

“How does Niall feel about that? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t plan on you working much.”

“But I love working. Contributing. Niall’s not a free ride.”

“But he’s a good one, am I right? Like Finn—all commanding but tender. I swear that man has some tricks up his sleeve.”

I stared at her, and she winked and waggled her eyebrows. I started to laugh, and she joined me.

“What is so funny?” Heidi asked, sitting down across from us. “I could use a giggle.”

Una and I shared a glance. Neither of us wanted to share our personal lives with someone we barely knew.

“Just something funny a guest said this morning,” I said with a smile.

“Damn. I hoped it was dirty.”

I blinked and she chuckled. “Just teasing.”

“Where are you off to?” Una asked, looking at the case in Heidi’s hand.

“Oh, to put some things in the new place.”

Una frowned. “How did you get possession so fast?”

Heidi cleared her throat. “We rented it for the time period before closing. I wanted in right away, and the owner agreed. Odd, but it was what we wanted.”

“Clever,” Una mused.

“So, no lunch today since you two have already eaten. We really need to have lunch before I leave.”

“Which is?” I asked.

“This weekend, I think.” She stood. “Must get going. See you later!”

She departed, her dark hair swinging in a long wave down her back.

“I wish my hair cooperated like that,” I murmured. “Hers is so perfect all the time.”

Una hummed in agreement. “I can never get mine to behave.” She paused. “Is it wrong I’ll be glad to see her go?”

“She’s not so bad. Just a bit pushy. I think she’s lonely.”

“I really don’t want to go to lunch with her. The other day, she saw me here alone and sat down and talked for twenty minutes straight about herself. Her preferred brands. How wealthy she is. The car she drives.”

“Maybe she was trying to impress you.”

Una shrugged. “I don’t care about that stuff. I tried to ask about her husband or where she went to school, and she clammed right up. Then she said she had to go.”

“We don’t like to talk about our personal lives either.”

She sighed. “You’re right. I guess she just rubs me the wrong way.”

I patted her hand. “How are wedding plans coming?”