It’s almost just like old times, Kate and I sat across from each other the corner booth at the Roisin Dubh, Cody at the bar ordering drinks. Except for the knot in my throat as I watch him, still pale and gaunt from the coma he just recently came out of, thanks to my utter inability to not do shite things like fuck the girl he fancied, for him to then take a bullet the crazy bitch fired at me.
"Relax, Jack," Kate says, her foot sliding alongside mine beneath the table, stopping it from fidgeting. "He’s only getting you a water, not buying you a bloody drink."
She gives me a little smile, which I return, telling myself it’s only the instincts that make her such a fine Guard, and not something more personal that enable her to know me so well.