“Well, it’s not, arsehole. As a matter of fact, I have a proposition for her.”

“Like in that movie ‘Indecent Proposal?’ Are you going to ask her to sleep with you for a million dollars?”

Declan punched Jonathon in the arm. “Piss off, wanker,” he growled. He took a breath. “No, here’s the thing. I might have told my mother that I had a girlfriend.”

The group of them stopped as one like it was some choreographed move and turned to him.

“You did ...