The Devaney Brothers: Michael and Patrick. Sherryl Woods

wanted her there when his two families met for the first time. “Please.”

      She smiled then. “Of course, I’ll come,” she said, studying him intently. “But if you don’t mind, I think we should be going now.”

      His sisters protested, but his mother took Kelly’s side and within minutes Michael was outside in Kelly’s car. He glanced over at her as they pulled away.

      “How did you know I was ready to leave?” he asked.

      She shrugged off the intuition. “Something in your eyes, I suppose.”

      Michael sighed. It should be terrifying that she could read him so easily, but for some reason, it wasn’t. Tomorrow, when he was less exhausted, he’d have to try to figure out why.