“She said that?” Rory asks, his mouth slack.
“Aye, sorry, big lad. I don’t know if her dad has got to her, but the whole night, she made it awful obvious she was interested in me. I don’t know why,” I add because the feeling was definitely not reciprocated.
We’re in a rental as we would never drive our own cars into Dublin, but I suddenly wish I was because Rory is sulking. I wanted to be honest and let him know what happened tonight. However, now I wish I’d kept my bake shut.
“I can’t get my head around it. I mean, we kissed a couple of nights ago.”
I shrug because I don’t have an answer. I’m just as confused as he is.
“Darcy is a melt,” Cian says, trying to lighten the mood. “At least ya know now.”
But Rory doesn’t see it in that way. He’s been mad about Darcy for as long as I can
