Page 25 of Evading the Enforcer
“You sound like an old man.” Maeve laughs.
Rogan’s laughter joins hers before he declares, “He is old.”
“You two assholes need an attitude adjustment. You’re in my house, eating my food and insulting me.”
“And your point is?” Rogan asks.
I raise both middle fingers at them, and they laugh.
“You know you love us, Niall,” Maeve says.
“I do, but I don’t like you right now. Let me eat in peace.” Moving over to the stove, I grab the plate and peel away the plastic wrap. I stab a chunk with my fork and sample the first bite. “Hmm, this is good.”
“You’re welcome,” my siblings say simultaneously.
“Hey, you know it would’ve been a shit show if I hadn’t helped you,” Maeve tells Rogan.
“That’s not even close to the truth. I didn’t feel like doing all the work myself,” he says.
“When you have help, you must give them credit,” Maeve explains.
“Yeah, I know, but that doesn’t apply when it’s your sibling.” He sticks his tongue out at Maeve, which is no surprise. Arguments between my siblings usually end with one of them resorting to childish antics.
“So, Niall, back to Lucy. What did you think of her when you met?”
“Who says we have?” Hopefully, Lucy didn’t tell Maeve what an asshole I’ve been to her.
“She told me you’ve met a few times, briefly.”
Thank you, Lucy. Looks like I might owe her one.
“That sounds about right,” I say, shoveling another bite between my lips.
“When I was outside caring for the flowers, I overheard Lucy’s meeting. It sounded like she has a local television show, and they’re trying to take it nationwide.”
“How cool. What’s the show about?” Rogan asks.
“I don’t know.”
“They didn’t mention the subject matter?” I droll.
She shrugs. “Hey, I can’t help it if she raised the volume level on her laptop and I could hear.”
“Didn’t mean you had to listen,” Rogan says.
Maeve shoves the side of his face so hard he has to grip the counter to avoid slipping from the stool. “Don’t pull that holy act with me. You would’ve done the same.”
“You’ve always been a nosy one.” Rogan continues to egg her on.
I stand there eating my dinner while my eyeballs ping back and forth between them. I’m not getting involved in theirnonsense. They’ve been like this since they were little, and it seems they haven’t matured.
“Anyway, as I was trying to tell you before numbnuts over here interrupted, Lucy needs professional athletes to appear on her show.”
“That’s nice,” I say, acting uninterested.
“I think you should offer to be on an episode,” she persists. Chewing the final bite of my dinner, I shake my head. “But she’s so nice, and she’s your neighbor. It seems like the neighborly thing to do. Don’t you agree, Rogan?”
“Hey, I’m not backing you up on this. But if she’s interested in a football player, tell her I’m available.”
