“Does your family know what’s going on?” I asked once we were seated back at the kitchen island sorting through the takeout that had just arrived. He’d ordered enough food for a small family. Though, with his size, that might be a normal meal for him. “No reason to keep it a secret.” Guess that was true. I wondered how they felt about it. Did they care that I wasn’t Irish? I mean, I had Irish in my blood, but not in the same way as the Byrnes. They probably would have preferred he married someone fully Irish and not so … law abiding. Of course, he was thirty-two and unmarried, so maybe they were just glad he’d settled down. Oh s**t. Had he been married before? Surely, he hadn’t been dating anyone when I met him. A stab of jealousy struck between my ribs. I didn’t like the thought of him wi
