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  Glancing over at Kane and Fiona, I glare as I say, “We are no longer friends.”

  Fiona scoffs. “Ah, if only it were that easy. I’m not going nowhere and neither is he,” she says, cocking her head to Kane.

  “Whatever,” I mutter, but it’s true what she says.

  Glancing at my confused aunt and uncle, I grimace as she says, “You guys are havin’ da craic for sure.”

  “They are. I am not,” I say, shaking my head as the laughter stirs up again.

  “Well, forget them then. When do you go for your final dress fitting?”

  “In a month. We’ll get Fiona’s dress then too. I think I want her to wear a creamy white color.”

  My aunt nods and Fiona makes a face. “I thought you said orange?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t want orange anymore; I think it’ll clash with my dress.”

  “Shouldn’t you wear the cream though?” Declan asks, and I know he isn’t trying to be funny, but of course, Fiona and Kane take it to a whole new level.

  “Yeah, she can’t wear white after today,” Fiona mutters, and I kick her swiftly in her knee.

  She hollers out as my aunt cries out, “What in the world?”

  “She kicked me.”

  “She is teasing me!” I holler back.

  “How old are you two?” my uncle asks, and you would never believe we are in our twenties by the way we stick our tongues out at each other. “My goodness, bunch of wee lasses in the room, yeah, Shelia?”

  “For sure, wouldn’t believe one is getting married soon.”

  I glare over at Fiona and she glares back. “I think you broke my knee.”

  “You deserved it,” I spit back before looking over at my aunt. “She might not be in my wedding,” I decide, but instead of scoffing at me, Fiona laughs. I try to hold in my own grin, but it doesn’t last long, and soon I am shaking my head as laughter sputters from me. As I meet Fiona’s playful gaze, she reaches over and takes my hand in hers, squeezing it tightly as she smiles. She drives me crazy, but she is mine, and I wouldn’t have anyone but her stand beside me at my wedding.

  “Declan, who will stand up with you?” my aunt asks, bringing our attention to her.

  “Kane, of course,” he says nodding his head toward Kane as he reaches for another piece of cake.

  “Aw, how sweet,” she says and we all smile.

  It kinda is, I guess. As long as those two stay together.

  “When will you be moving out, Amberlyn? Before or after the wedding?” my uncle asks, and I whip my head to look back at him. I fully expected to be the one to bring the subject up, not the other way around.

  Clearing my throat, I feel Declan’s hand on my knee as I smile. “I was actually gonna tell you guys tonight that I’m moving out after the engagement party.”

  Silence falls around me and I suck in a deep breath, holding it as I wait for the yelling, the telling me I’m crazy. But unlike I expected, they both just nod and my aunt actually smiles.

  “We hate to see ya go, but it’s a part of life,” she says, and my uncle smiles as he cups Declan’s shoulder.

  “To the estate, I assume?”

  Declan nods. “For the time being. Amberlyn doesn’t really want to live there, but she’ll try it for me.”

  I blush as all eyes fall on me. “Yeah, I want us to have our own place, but his whole family has lived nowhere but there, so I figured I’d try.”

  “Grand, you should. You may love it,” my aunt says.

  I want to disagree, but I smile instead. I don’t want them to worry about me. No matter what, Declan will make sure I am happy. He’s proven that over and over again.

  “Well, you’re next, Fiona, love,” my uncle says with a grin.

  Fiona looks up, surprised, before glancing at me, probably suspecting I’ve said something but I haven’t. “What, Da?”

  “You’re next to move out and get married,” he says and then he grins. “Make sure you ask for her hand, Kane.”

  “Oh, uh,” Kane stutters and Fiona shakes her head.

  “We aren’t ready for marriage yet, Da,” she says before elbowing Kane.

  He clears his throat and says, “But when we are, I will, sir, for sure.”

  “Good. Declan forgot,” he teases, looking over at Declan.

  My sweet fiancé’s face reddens as he nods. “I did, but I made up for it.”

  “He did,” my aunt says as she looks back over at Kane. “But don’t forget.”

  “I won’t,” Kane promises. “And I know she wants to wait to tell ya, but she’s gonna move in with me after their wedding.”

  My eyes go wide at Kane’s announcement as Fiona’s mouth drops. Quickly I look over at my aunt and uncle, and they are both just staring at Kane.

  “Oh shite,” Declan mutters and I elbow him. I’m not sure if we should take cover or not. My uncle’s face is turning a bit red and my aunt’s eyes are filling with tears, I think. Oh goodness. Poor Fiona.

  “Is that right?” my uncle asks finally, glancing at his daughter.

  Fiona doesn’t say anything right away, she only holds his gaze as her fingers lace together. “Yeah.”

  “Why after the wedding?” my aunt asks. “Do you want to go now?”

  She clears her throat as she shrugs. “I do, but I don’t want both of us to leave ya.”

  It is easy to say that this day has been full of surprises because my aunt doesn’t start to cry or even yell, she laughs, and soon my uncle joins in with her.

  “We aren’t senile! If ya want to go, go, my love,” my uncle says, shaking his head. “We will be fine.”

  “Really?” Fiona and I ask at the same time.

  “Yes,” my aunt says with a grin. “We’ve raised ya right, Fiona, and we’ve done well with ya, Amberlyn. Yous two are ready for the world. So go and know, no matter what, this will always be yous’ home.”

  Leaning into Declan, I look over at where Fiona is staring at her parents before glancing over at me.

  “That was a little too easy,” she decides and I nod.

  “I know,” I say before glancing back at them and then meeting her gaze once more. “Maybe they are senile?”

  Soon the room is full of our laughter, and I can’t believe this is my life now. It used to be only my mom and dad and me, and while it was always loud and fun in my home, I never felt like I do at this particular moment. I’m looking around at the faces of my family. My aunt, my uncle, and cousin. Kane who has wiggled his way into my heart and then my love—my Declan. I’m complete. It’s weird, but it also makes me feel like I am doing everything my mother wanted me to do. She wanted me to live and I’m doing that.

  Chapter 18

  Declan

  I want Michael Maclaster to work for me.

  He is very clever when it comes to flavors and ways of brewing whiskey. I always knew that he had worked for Jameson, but I didn’t realize how close he was to the inner workings of the distillery. Hearing him talk about it is like talking to my grandda, and it’s refreshing. I’m thoroughly enjoying it and want nothing more to bring him on to my team, but as soon as I bring that up, he shoots me down.

  “Ah, Declan, I’m done with that.”

  “Never,” I try, but he is already shaking his head.

  “No, I am. With Fiona moving out, it gives me and Shelia time to ourselves. I can’t get a job now.”

  Leaning toward him, I say, “I’ll pay ya whatever ya like.”

  He smirks at me as he shakes his head. “Declan, lad, when you marry Amberlyn, you’ll learn very quickly that being wealthy is having that girl look at ya and smile. I don’t need money; I need the time back that I lost with Sheila ’cause I didn’t know then what I know now.” He leans back in his chair, taking a shot of his whiskey before setting me and then Kane with a look. “Listen to this old man, lads. Don’t work yerselfs to death ’cause at the end of the day, she’ll love ya no matter what.”

  I want to convince him otherwise, but I can see in