Oh Danny Boy (Molly Murphy Mysteries, #5)

“Ask your friend to come in, too,” Sid said. “The more the merrier.”


“If you’re sure…”

“Go and get him. There’s plenty of food for everyone.”

He smiled then. “All right.” He started for the front door, then turned and looked back at me. “Aren’t you pleased to see me?”

“Of course I am,” I said. “It’s just that after so long, after all this, it’s just so sudden. I can’t really…” And I started to cry. As someone who had prided herself on never crying in public, I had certainly done a lot of it lately. This had to stop. Maybe it would now.

Instantly he was beside me, wrapping his arms around me. “Molly, my love,” he whispered. “Don’t cry, dearest. Everything’s going to be all right.”

I rested my head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his lips against my hair. Maybe everything was going to be all right after all.