Live to Fly Another Day by Eliza Watson

Author:Eliza Watson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elizabeth Watson
Published: 2019-04-26T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

When we returned to George’s house, a small black car sat in the drive. A tall man with short dark hair, rugged good looks, jeans, and a brown sweater was talking to Declan.

Gerry Coffey.

Rachel’s face lit up. She peered in the rearview mirror, smoothing a hand over her ponytail and wiping a spec of mascara from under an eye. “I can’t believe he’s here.” Her gaze darted to me. “Did you know he was coming?”

I shook my head.

“He could help Mom and Fanny with the catering. How perfect would that be? He does group events all the time.”

They apparently hadn’t discussed the status of them dating other people, or that leprechaun chick at the bar. It bode well for Gerry that he’d hauled his cookies over to England to discuss the matter in person. And that I wasn’t the one forced to tell Rachel about the woman. Fingers crossed my sister kept that in mind when he dropped the bomb.

“Who is that?” Mom asked.

“A friend,” Rachel said, hopping out of the car. She ran over and greeted Gerry with a fairly intense kiss.

“Not how I’d normally greet a friend,” Mom said.

“That’s Gerry Coffey, my landlord.”

Mom smiled. “Oh, how nice to finally put a face with his voice.”

How did she know what Gerry’s voice sounded like?

I glared over my shoulder at Mom in the backseat, and her smile faded. “You’ve been talking to Gerry on the phone, checking up on me?” So much for her confidence in my ability to survive on my own in Dublin. “I can’t believe you’d do that.”

“I honored your wish to not call you every day, but I had to know that you were all right. I’m your mother. And I’m not going to apologize.” She stepped out of the car.

I reined in my anger, reminding myself that we were both stressed to the max right now. I didn’t want an argument to send either of us over the edge.

Rachel introduced Mom and Gerry. He acted like it was their first time speaking. Nice try.

“You aren’t both leaving me for Irish fellows, are you?”

I doubted Rachel would be.

My sister flushed at Mom’s comment.

I nodded hello to Gerry, giving him an encouraging smile.

Good luck. Poor bloke was going to need it.

Mom, Declan, and I headed inside.

“So nice to finally meet your landlord,” Mom said. “What a nice man, giving you such a great deal on an apartment that is the perfect size…” For one? She trailed off, noticing my look warning her to proceed with caution.

Declan brushed it off, smiling at Mac racing up and down the stairs, chasing his shadow rather than a mouse.

“His energy is exhausting,” I said.

Declan walked over to an easel in the middle of the foyer, a sheet of plastic covering the floor under it.

“See you found painting supplies,” I said.

He raised a halting hand. “Don’t be looking. It’s not finished.”

“Can’t I please just peek?”

He relented, stepping back from the painting.

Mom and I walked over and viewed the work in progress. Lots of dark green with a few swooshes of red and yellow and rudimentary outlines of…something.

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