Keiran sat cross-legged on the large bed beside his cousin and brushed his hand across the top of the quilt. "You can't be havin' any fun here, lassie," he noted. "Did your doc say when you could be gettin' your arse back up to the land of the livin'? You have to be gettin' that husband of yours to NYC so we can try and hook him on the tunes again ( Read more... )