Chapter Eleven
My brother Liam glared at me through my phone screen. “Why do you keep ignoring my calls?” he demanded.
Okay, I had been ignoring his calls. I’d also yet to inform Liam about the whole thing with Olivier, the clock, and our da. Liam knew I’d gone to Ireland to deal with our grandda’s estate, but I hadn’t told him I’d wanted to look for our da. He’d blow a gasket.
“I’m busy,” I said, which was true. “Besides, the time difference means you keep trying to call me in the middle of the night.”
“Not true. I’ve always called you in the morning here, which would be the afternoon your time.” He peered at me, like he could make out all of my secrets. “You look tired.”
“Wow, thanks, bro. You always know how to make a girl feel good.”
“I told you I didn’t want you going over there
