Chapter Eighteen
Shaeline eyed Callan. ‘So you jumped out of a running car?’
‘He can act heroic sometimes.’ Siobhan smirked. ‘Ye passed the test.’
‘Did ye cut my brakes?’
‘Ha! If it were up to me, I would cut your brakes, not yer car’s. I’d have great-grandweans then. At this rate—’
‘That’s enough, Gran. We’re here for work.’
Siobhan made a face at Aileen. ‘Work on the personal things too. I’m not getting any younger.’
Callan tilted his head. ‘If ye can get me walking, Siobhan…’
‘Ye’re creakier than me, young man!’
Shaeline snorted. ‘It’s a miracle he’s alive. Count your blessings.’
Aileen struggled to reconcile the woman in front of her with the one she’d met a week ago. ‘Thank you for bringing those files with you.’
‘If I’d’ve known you’re Siobhan’s grandchild… Well, I’d sort
