“Hey Genie, how are ya?” I hugged her back, then stepped inside, greeted by a tense scene. Despite Genovese’s warm welcome, Decker and Grace appeared mid-skirmish. I could imagine what it was about.
“We’ll talk later,” Grace said softly before turning her attention to me, a smile drawn upon her weary face. “Aoife dear, did you have breakfast?”
Decker cut in. Kind, but firm as he placed a mug on the table. It was such a deep shade of blue it appeared cold to the touch. “Grace, love. Aoife is family, and she helped me catch it. Besides,” the corners of his mouth raised in a smirk, “she’s smart as hell and a right pain in the ass. Do you have any doubt she knows exactly the conversation we were having before she walked in?”
I blushed at the last statement, but stayed quiet, awaiting Grace’
