“So, fuck me, huh? No one loves me?” Kieran teased.
“We love you,” Grant and I said simultaneously.
“Much better. Now get off my phone. I’m almost out of minutes,” Kieran claimed, hanging up.
“You’re so stupid. Phone minutes don’t exist any longer, and you’re so cheap you’d stick to a text-only plan.”
“Good thing we’re still on Dad’s phone plan,” he said, swerving from behind the driver of a Mini Cooper and cutting them off. I screwed my eyes tightly and gripped the armrest.
“Relax, Kier.”
He snorted. “You’re the last one who should be talking about someone’s driving. At least we’ll make it to our destination with me behind the wheel.”
“I’m not so sure,” I gritted through my teeth.
We rode in silence for a few minutes before Kieran cleared his throat.
“What’s up?”
“We need to talk about Casey.”
I nodded.
“Casey has been off lately. Not hiding-a-secret-marriage-for-seven-years off, but it’s something. He’s been withdrawn, short-tempered, and disappearing off the grid. Ronan thinks it’s drugs, Daisy and Nori think he’s gambling, and our parents are still recovering from all the bullshit that I don’t even think they noticed.”
“What do you think is going on?”
“Woman trouble for sure. He’s probably found the woman he wants, and she won’t even give him the time of day.”
“That would be enough to drive me crazy and acting funny,” I murmured.
“That’s just how the universe works, you know?”
“I know,” I whispered.
“I’m sending an invite for the siblings to jump on a group chat tonight to discuss.”
I cracked an eye. “Will this lead to an intervention?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Good luck with that.”
“I know he won’t be receptive, but he can’t fight all of us,” Kieran stated, turning onto our private street.
“You forget that Casey fights dirty.”
“I didn’t forget,” Kieran said with a grin, tapping the armrest. “I got something for him.”
My eyes widened when Kieran pulled a firearm out of the compartment.
“You plan on shooting him?”
“No. Brandish it a little bit, but not shoot him,” he explained.
“I think it’s been confirmed Mom dropped you on your head.”
“I’m joking. It’s for you,” he said quickly, turning it around and offering it to me, grip-first.