Chapter 28

After she’d driven off, I took a stroll down to Commune Street and walked Esco around the port for a while. It was a cool August night, and holding Esco’s leash tight—most people were terrified of him—stopped by the docked ships, taking a minute to think. What was I going to do about O’Reilly? Couldn’t keep him hanging for too long. He was waiting for me to start something with him. It had been there in his eyes last week. The desire and longing. It had been in every one of his sighs. In the words he didn’t speak. No one, not even Davie, had ever quite looked at me the way O’Reilly did.

If I started this thing, I’d have to do things differently this time.

The wind blew up and Esco barked. I looked around. There were a few people there, but they were far off, walking by the piers. “What is it?” I rubbed his ears. “You’re getting jumpy, buddy.”

But I’d felt it, too.