“What about Cilla?”
“I told you she likes to know everything going on in town, and usually she does. You, my friend, are proving to be the rare exception. She took you to lunch at the Liffey figuring you’d spill your guts. But surprise, you didn’t. Which I give you credit for. Aunt Cilla is nobody’s fool, and few get the best of her. That day, you did.”
Noah took a sip of his beer, wishing they could change the subject. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Noah, take the praise. She’ll praise you, too, but not until she learns the truth.”
“There really isn’t anything. I mean, I’m not that interesting.”
“You just slapped my ass without my asking. You came in my mouth. You have more of an edge than you give off, Noah.”
Noah blushed again, grateful for the darkness that encased them. He was reluctant t
