At the keg, he pumped and poured drinks for both of them. Jimmy and Maggie were setting food out on the tables. Plates filled with burgers and hot dogs sat alongside bowls of salad and fruit and chips. The O’Learys might have their flaws but putting together a party wasn’t one. Years ago, Jimmy had finally given up on trying to get his siblings to do the work, and they all just chipped in and gave the O’Learys money toward the food and beer and both families ate together.
“You want to eat, or wait a while?”
“I can wait,” she answered.
“Come on then. I’ll take you on a tour of the neighborhood.” This being-honest-and-laying-your-heart-out-there s**t was tough. Kevin had never approached any relationship like this. Not that he was a constant liar or anything, but there was a customary dan
