“You sniffed her ass, didn’t you?”Conall didn’t even bother hiding his grin.”

“It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.”

“You didn’t tell me she was so soft on the eyes,” he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent.“I didn’t tell her how hard you are on them either,” Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.”

“His eyebrows pulled in. “You won’t leave me, right? Even when I’m a pain in the ass?”“I vowed in front of God – and Elvis – that I wouldn’t, didn’t I?”

“You could have told me earlier.”“You seemed so serious about the game. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“I didn’t expect to see you, Mr. Fitzgerald,” she said, meekly.A grin slunk across his face. “No, I imagine you were expecting to get to castrate Connor.”