Chapter Six
The ride to Dun Laoghaire didn’t take too long considering how late it was and that there weren’t too many cars on the road. The hardest part was getting out of Dublin, which Erin swore was one of those cities that never slept. She had climbed into Gil’s farm truck, clutching her carry-on and insisting he put her bigger suitcase up front with her. The thought of it rolling around in the back with who knows what sort of grime from the farm was unappealing. She was wedged in tightly, which was just as well considering the way Gil drove would’ve otherwise kept her lurching from side to side.
“I really appreciate you coming to get me,” she said, once they were clear of the city and she felt more comfortable talking to him.
“Yeah, don’t mention it,” he replied. “Although I think
