“He really was. She was beaming as she danced with her new husband. She hadn’t even asked him what the latest projections were, a relief since they happened to be lousy.
“Are you having another?”
He glanced sideways at his older sister, Nora. Choosing to wear black to a wedding could be considered chic, but since Nora’s husband had just been incarcerated for trying to kill the bride, it was probably more than a fashion statement. More like a comment on the institution of marriage as a whole.
Brendan downed his champagne in one gulp. “Yep.”
Nora frowned. She had been a heavy drinker once herself, but her husband’s descent into drug-induced crime seemed to have scared her sober.
He exchanged his empty glass for a full one care of a passing waiter and downed that too.
“No date, Brendan?”
“No. You know I think it’s a bad idea to bring a girl to a family wedding. Gives her dangerous ideas about Beckett money and the happily-ever-afters that go with it.”
“Yes. I suppose so.”
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