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My stomach drops. "When?"
"This afternoon. He wants to fly out next week."
"Fuck."
"Yeah. Pyro's trying to talk him out of it but you know Diesel."
Rush's hand tightens on mine. "Let him come. I'm not hiding."
"You sure about that?" Chloe asks. "Because Diesel's scary when he's protective."
"I'm sure."
We drink and talk, and I try not to think about my dad flying to Dublin to intimidate Rush.
But it's there in the back of my mind, the knowledge that this is about to get harder.
Ciara appears and she smiles when she sees us.
"Hey guys," she says warmly.
"Hey," Rush says.
"Everly, thanks again for coffee earlier. It was nice catching up."
"Yeah, anytime."
She touches Rush's arm. "You good? I haven't seen you all day."
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Great. We still on for coffee this week?"
"Maybe. I'll let you know."
"Perfect." She smiles at me. "You two look good together."
"Thanks," I say flatly.
She walks away and I watch her go, notice the way she looks back at Rush.
It's not obvious—just a quick glance, but it's there.
"What?" Rush asks.
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I'm observing."
"Observing what?"
"The way Ciara looks at you when she thinks no one's watching."
He turns to look at me. "Everly."
"I'm not picking a fight. I'm just stating a fact."
