9
PATRICK
“This man needs a drink!” Arthur said as we sat down at O’Kelley’s two nights later.
I was off Wednesday and Thursday since I was working the weekend, and Arthur talked me into attending guys’ night again. My cheeks warmed at the attention he was drawing to me. I didn’t like to do much of anything that made people focus on me. But my brother did not feel the same.
“He’s twenty-seven today,” Arthur told Hudson as Hudson set a beer in front of me.
“s**t, dude, really?” Ian said from my right. “I feel like an old man. I turned forty in January.”
“You are an old man,” Rowan told him.
Ian flipped Rowan off with a grin. “Yeah, well, I’m not the oldest one here.”
Ian pointed to Nico as he took a seat next to James.
“What am I?” Nico asked.
“The old man of the group. Patrick tu
