I just don’t know what the hell I’m going to do for a car now.” “Well, you know you’ve got Dermot’s car just sitting in the garage over at your place. It’s pretty late tonight, but I could bring you over there tomorrow and you could get it.” “Do you think he’d mind?” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that and waited for her to catch herself, but she just looked at me with questioning eyes. “I think he’d want you to, Casey. Dermot would have been the first one to tell you to use it.” She nodded and took another sip of wine. I changed the subject. “How’s the work going on the house? I gotta tell you they’re in there bright and early everyday, bunch of guys working.” “It’s coming along. I hope it’s not too messy over there for you, Dev.” “I most likely wouldn’t notice.”
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