“No problem.” He pointed to a nearby table.
“Make a new friend?” she asked, with a glance toward the dartboard.
Ronan shook his head. “Not really. She was looking for someone to buy her drinks and take her home. I was biding my time until you got here.”
He sat down and took a drink. “Jealous?”
“No more than you were hearing my mom offer me up for dates.”
He grunted and she didn’t know how to interpret that.
“I went to see Mrs. Byrne and she spilled some tea.”
“Really?” He leaned back in his chair as if he was relaxed, but every ounce of his attention focused on her.
“She said that Alan bought the election. One of the Nolans ran his campaign, but Alan had a hand in everything. Nothing was being done behind his back. Whatever happened, he knew about it.”
“Anything about my dad?”
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