“That little shit,” Gibsie hissed, stepping around us to hunt after my little brother. “You better keep your prepubescent eyes off my baby mama, fucker. Or you won’t have balls to drop!”

“Hey, blondie!” Tadhg called out from down the corridor, causing all of us to turn and look at him. “Nice legs.” Turning to Gibsie, he smirked. “You better up your game, lad. Because it’s on.”

“Hey, Tadhg,” I said, giving him a bright smile when he approached. “How are you finding everything—” “Don’t talk to me,” he warned, giving me a horrified look. “Jesus Christ, you’re my sister. You don’t know me when we’re here.”

“By the way, you can absolutely talk to me,” he said, winking up at Claire, who was towering over him. “Uh, thanks?” Claire laughed, grinning down at him. “Anytime, blondie,” Tadhg replied before sauntering off.

“I’m a sunny-side up kind of girl,” she told him.

“It’s okay, though, because I’m totally down for kicking her ass. I delivered babies with Gerard this summer. Nothing scares me anymore.”

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I watched the boy who had saved my life on countless occasions finally reap the rewards he so justly deserved.

“Dellie!” Ollie shouted at the top of his lungs. “I caught them again!” “Please, please, stop shouting,” I begged. “Don’t tell her—” “I want my money,” Ollie shot back.

“But don’t forget that you’ll always be my 13.” She sniffled and wiped my cheek with her fingers. “My binding 13.”