If any other clubwhores were exclusive with a brother for as long as me, they'd be throwing a tantrum for an engagement ring and the official ol' lady title. Eoin and I have almost five years together exclusively, and part of me wishes he'd claim me. There's a bigger part that hopes he doesn't, though. It's not that I don't love him. I do and have for a while now. I've never told him, and he's never said those words, either. I'm not sure he feels that strongly, but I know he cares about me. The "me" he knows, at least.
Sitting by the bonfire, feeding Padraic, Faylinn's youngest triplet, I can't help but reflect on the fact everything these people know about me is a lie. I've cared for these people for five years, and only two know the truth. Shamrock, since he's the one that made the
