Chapter 49

“Like always,” Doyle said. “Why don’t you join me?” He had no idea why he said that. He’d been looking forward to being alone, mulling over the case, and bemoaning Kord’s behavior. But this would be better. It had to be.

In response, Mick stood, picked up his coffee cup, and sat at Doyle’s table.

“Thanks,” Mick said, his voice seductive. “I hate eating alone. Which is funny because I do it so much.”

“I know what you mean. I prefer company—especially when it’s someone like you.” Doyle smiled and felt a wisp of hope.

“Well, thank you,” Mick said. “I know it’s all blarney but it’s nice to hear.”

Doyle shrugged. “You tending bar tonight?”