Thirty-six:
Lucy Lark
I got dragged out to dinner by Liam O’Broin. Rafferty’s father. He found me at the house, and somehow, convinced me into going with him. I only vaguely remembered the conversation. Then, I was brought into Fitheach, with an angry looking Rafferty there glaring between the two of us. At the end of the meal, it had somehow been arranged that the two of us were going to be married that weekend. When we left the pub, and were driving home in the car, Rafferty pulled off to the side of the road. “Rafferty, what the hell---”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized as he gripped the steering wheel, “I’m sorry. I’m so fecking sorry.”
He was sobbing uncontrollably, and all I could do was stare at him. “Rafe,” I said, reaching out and rubbing his shoulders, “Rafe, come o
