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me. I tried to make quick darting eyes to cover up the eye roll but I knew she didn’t fall for it.
Her spine stiffened and I saw the understanding cross over her face. Damn, this girl could play the masks well, too.
“So, Sam. Or should I call you Samantha?” Lizzie asked me.
“Sam is fine.” I took a sip of the Red Cabernet Nick had ordered. It was a nice bottle. It probably costs upwards of three hundred dollars.
“Sam.” She sat there and peered at me like I was a snake in one of those glass cubes at the zoo. “What is your favorite memory of my brother?”
I couldn’t tell her this. It was so personal. I thought back to the first kiss he landed on my lips and how he smelled of whiskey and beer. He was so sweaty that night after his show and I was so damn lucky to be the girl he kissed after they left the stage.
“Ah, well. Your brother wrote songs,” I stammered out.
She nodded her head and gave me a pacifying smile. What a fucking bitch. Should I ask her about her sex life with Nick? She took a swig of Nick’s wine and he gave her an odd look which she ignored. She was clearly pissed off.
“He did do that!” Lizzie declared. “Tell me, which of his songs were your favorite?” Her eyes lingered over my dress and I took another sip of my wine.
“Butterfly Girl,” I answered. “I loved that song. It was so beautiful and I thought he wrote it for me long before we met.”
Lizzie visibly dissolved. Her hands started to shake as she took Sean’s glass of wine and downed it. She coughed and her baby started to whimper. It looked like I had struck her across the face. After a few tense minutes, she laughed. I mean, she laughed so hard that the whole fucking restaurant was watching her. She looked maniacal. She looked crazy. She looked like a fucking freak.
Nick stood up. “Lizzie, let’s take Niall out for some air, honey.” She shook her head at him and then started to fold and unfold her napkin in an obsessive compulsive way. What was wrong with this girl? Nick wanted this freak show?
“You know, Sam.” She finally said. “Conner wrote that song when I was pregnant with Niall. Nick proposed to me after he sang that song to me, so don’t you never, ever dare say that he wrote that song for you. I was his Butterfly Girl. It was me. Are we clear?”
I put my hand over my mouth in mock sympathy. I knew Conner had written it for her. He told me the whole story about her having Niall on her own but hell, I was done with niceties. This girl was going to get put in her lowly place before this night was even done.
“I am so sorry,” I whispered. Nick squeezed my hand and Lizzie’s eyes flew to his endearment. “I didn’t know. I am sorry. I just didn’t….”Nick cut me off.
“It’s alright, Sam. Lizzie is having a difficult time with him gone, too. I think we can all understand that we suffered a great loss after he passed,” Nick soothed. His calming demeanor was extraordinary. The guy could stay calm in the middle of a hurricane and this dinner was certainly turning into one.
Lizzie’s chair fell to the ground as she pushed it out and scowled at Nick. She would have spit venom at him if she could have. It was fucking fabulous. Her ponytails started to come undone and I watched her morph into a woman scorned. She wasn’t that pretty when she was angry.
I saw Sean shake his head from the other side of the table. He quickly grabbed Niall from his high chair and gave Lizzie a look. “Elizabeth Erin O’Malley,” Sean startled her. “Mike’s is calling us right now. We need to go before they run out of the turtle canollis.”
Lizzie looked at him stunned, shocked and fucking on fire. She nodded robotically. She whipped her head back to look at Nick, whose head was down and his hand still on mine. Lizzie leaned over the table and quietly regarded us both.
“It was really great to meet you, Sam. Let Nick know when you plan to travel down Route 9 again so I can ride
Her spine stiffened and I saw the understanding cross over her face. Damn, this girl could play the masks well, too.
“So, Sam. Or should I call you Samantha?” Lizzie asked me.
“Sam is fine.” I took a sip of the Red Cabernet Nick had ordered. It was a nice bottle. It probably costs upwards of three hundred dollars.
“Sam.” She sat there and peered at me like I was a snake in one of those glass cubes at the zoo. “What is your favorite memory of my brother?”
I couldn’t tell her this. It was so personal. I thought back to the first kiss he landed on my lips and how he smelled of whiskey and beer. He was so sweaty that night after his show and I was so damn lucky to be the girl he kissed after they left the stage.
“Ah, well. Your brother wrote songs,” I stammered out.
She nodded her head and gave me a pacifying smile. What a fucking bitch. Should I ask her about her sex life with Nick? She took a swig of Nick’s wine and he gave her an odd look which she ignored. She was clearly pissed off.
“He did do that!” Lizzie declared. “Tell me, which of his songs were your favorite?” Her eyes lingered over my dress and I took another sip of my wine.
“Butterfly Girl,” I answered. “I loved that song. It was so beautiful and I thought he wrote it for me long before we met.”
Lizzie visibly dissolved. Her hands started to shake as she took Sean’s glass of wine and downed it. She coughed and her baby started to whimper. It looked like I had struck her across the face. After a few tense minutes, she laughed. I mean, she laughed so hard that the whole fucking restaurant was watching her. She looked maniacal. She looked crazy. She looked like a fucking freak.
Nick stood up. “Lizzie, let’s take Niall out for some air, honey.” She shook her head at him and then started to fold and unfold her napkin in an obsessive compulsive way. What was wrong with this girl? Nick wanted this freak show?
“You know, Sam.” She finally said. “Conner wrote that song when I was pregnant with Niall. Nick proposed to me after he sang that song to me, so don’t you never, ever dare say that he wrote that song for you. I was his Butterfly Girl. It was me. Are we clear?”
I put my hand over my mouth in mock sympathy. I knew Conner had written it for her. He told me the whole story about her having Niall on her own but hell, I was done with niceties. This girl was going to get put in her lowly place before this night was even done.
“I am so sorry,” I whispered. Nick squeezed my hand and Lizzie’s eyes flew to his endearment. “I didn’t know. I am sorry. I just didn’t….”Nick cut me off.
“It’s alright, Sam. Lizzie is having a difficult time with him gone, too. I think we can all understand that we suffered a great loss after he passed,” Nick soothed. His calming demeanor was extraordinary. The guy could stay calm in the middle of a hurricane and this dinner was certainly turning into one.
Lizzie’s chair fell to the ground as she pushed it out and scowled at Nick. She would have spit venom at him if she could have. It was fucking fabulous. Her ponytails started to come undone and I watched her morph into a woman scorned. She wasn’t that pretty when she was angry.
I saw Sean shake his head from the other side of the table. He quickly grabbed Niall from his high chair and gave Lizzie a look. “Elizabeth Erin O’Malley,” Sean startled her. “Mike’s is calling us right now. We need to go before they run out of the turtle canollis.”
Lizzie looked at him stunned, shocked and fucking on fire. She nodded robotically. She whipped her head back to look at Nick, whose head was down and his hand still on mine. Lizzie leaned over the table and quietly regarded us both.
“It was really great to meet you, Sam. Let Nick know when you plan to travel down Route 9 again so I can ride
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