His arm is tight around me as I sit wedged into the corner of the couch beside Loch. He is reading things on his tablet and I am playing a word game against Matt on my phone. Matt is in the kitchen.
The fuck. Oh, I wish you wouldn't document every goddamned thing I've ever said.
I'm sorry.
But you're not!
Okay, I'm not.
Please point out that you were also a major pain-in-the-arse who would bat your eyelashes and get whatever you wanted, so people don't feel sorry for you, 'oh the wee 'lil Bridget'!
Oh, I think everyone knows.
Hope so. Nothing's changed either. You're still exactly the same.
Everyone knows that also, Lochlan.
(Snort.)
