Chapter 9
It was still early afternoon when Molly dropped Felix off at the farm. How could so little time have passed when so much had changed? After a quick thanks to Molly, Felix dashed back to the barns, hoping no one had noticed he had been gone.
“There he is,” Lorcan said, sitting on a stool in the cow barn. When Felix had flung open the door, he had disturbed the Malloy men who were in an obviously great mood. “Where ya been, son?”
Lorcan’s smile was broad. He had both hands resting on the handle of a can, but he was rotating it on its point in a carefree way. A short distance away, running his hand gently down the side of one of his cows, stood Ronan—his eyes alight, his crooked smile unconstrained.
“I was in town,” Felix said, looking from one man to the other. “What’s got you
