The last earthly remains of Joseph Redmond, God rest his soul. He didn’t raise the glass of bourbon he was holding—an after-work drink Quinn had thrust at him as his older brother had left to do something or other—only took a sip, wondering why the hell his brothers still hadn’t done anything about scattering their father’s ashes. A small hand settled in the small of his back and he turned, glancing down to see Iris coming up beside him. He smiled, bending to kiss her delicious mouth. “Hey, how did it go?” She’d just had her first day of college, having scored a scholarship some months back and subsequently enrolled to do a degree in social work. And it was clear from the light dancing in her dark eyes that her day had been pretty damn good. “Fantastic. Though I think my study schedule might kill me.” “I’m more worried about it killing me. And when I mean me, I mean—” “I know what you mean,” she interrupted, laughing. “Don’t worry. I’ll always have time for you.
