In the living room, Liam found Kieran horsing around with Faulkner.
There were also an open Budweiser on the table. Liam frowned. The bottle was almost empty. “I don’t think you should be drinking.”
“Why not?” Kieran looked up from the floor where he was kneeling and wrestling the dog. “I’m twenty. Way past the legal age.”
Liam snorted a laugh. “Yeah, way past.”
“Uh, well, I was emancipated at sixteen, so technically, I’ve been an adult for four years. So I am, way past the legal limit, thank you very much.”
Liam understood he’d touched on a sensitive subject. “All right. But no more than two.”
Kieran stood and picked up the beer, before guzzling down the rest of it. “Yep.” He belched quietly into his hand. The kid had manners. “I like your plaid shirt,” he said, setting the bottle d
