“You’re an eejit.”
The flat pronouncement, delivered in Pru’s husband’s Irish brogue, was almost enough to make Abbey snort with laughter. It was so very obvious the rest of the family agreed with his assessment of the plan Kyle had laid out for them.
Kyle just crossed his arms and knit his brow, looking askance in Flynn’s direction. “Didn’t you and Pru have that whole fake engagement because of a social worker?”
“To be sure,” Flynn conceded. “But we were already half in love with each other. I have grave concerns you’ll be able to convince anyone of the truth of this.”
A chorus of agreement rose up from the gathered siblings and their spouses. It was a fair concern. Abbey got prickly and angry every time anyone brought Kyle up in front of her. She shut down any conversations, as much
