Page 12 of An Angel’s Share (The Greystone Family: Greystone Brothers #1)

“Wow, Uncle Marshall, you look very handsome this morning.” I wave my hand up and down in front of him.

“Very rock and roll with your jeans and shirt and boots. You could be in a band dressed like that.” I grin at him as he smiles at me.

His hair is slightly long, and is curling up at the ends.

He looks like an older trendy rock star. Maybe his family is rubbing off on him.

“I’ve hunted high and low for my old T-shirts and fleece, but they seem to be missing.

” He side-eyes Jonno, who is grinning at him.

“Did Midarlin’ steal my clothes again? I seem only to have shirts and jeans and a couple of those thin jumpers she likes.

She’s dressing me again, isn’t she?” He smiles so lovingly when he talks about his daughter, and Jonno’s grin broadens as he acknowledges the truth.

“She’s a control freak, Marsh. I have to check my bags to keep her out of them.” They’re both laughing about Evie, discussing their packing arrangements.

“You’d have thought she’d be too busy to be checking in on your cases,” Liam, who I think has a death wish, puts in, smirking toward Patrick. Clearly they’ve shared personal commentary on Evie, gossiping about her in the past.

“She’s just had a baby, Liam, so of course she’s busy.” I deliberately misread his intentions, as Maggie, who has her jaw wide open at the sight of Uncle Marshall in rockstar mode, sputters into life.

“I’m happy to show you around, Marshall.

I can take you shopping if you need new T-shirts.

I know you don’t come over often, but there are some lovely spots to revisit.

” Maggie can’t take her eyes off Marshall's corded forearms as he rolls up his sleeves. Clearly some of those horses at home take some holding. Mammy rolls her eyes at Maggie’s unsubtle attempt to get Marshall on some sort of date.

“I’m sorry, Maggie. Thanks for the offer, but I’ve got distillery business today. I’ll manage with the shirts.” He grins at her, looking ten years younger than his actual age .

Maggie nearly falls off her chair. Her tongue weighs her down as it hangs from her mouth.

His phone rings with a FaceTime call, and his face changes to one of total softness and love. I think Maggie just orgasmed on the spot.

“I’ll just take this,” he says to the room at large and walks out into the hall. “Midarlin’, all okay?” we hear him say.

I smile to myself. This lot better start to read the room. If Liam thinks he can continue to make comments and get away with it, he will be in for a rude awakening.

Marshall suddenly sticks his head back around the door. “Jonno,” he nods for Jonno to join him, and they both leave the breakfast room.

“Well she’s got them clearly on the hop,” Mammy pipes up. “Nice try, Maggie. I admire your tenacity.”

Maggie pouts towards her. “Well, I could live in England at a push. That shirt looks stunning. He’s so stylish these days. I can’t remember him being that stylish when we were younger.” She’s fluffing her hair.

Mammy shakes her head at Maggie. “Clearly the daughter is dressing him.”

“Well she’s doing it really well. And his hair looks so trendy. Most men his age are bald or totally grey. He clearly won the lottery on hair in this family.” Maggie is watching the door like a hawk, sorting her hair and make-up out. Getting ready for her next attack.

“Well, I think we need to meet this woman who controls all these men. They seem to run around her like lap dogs. What do you say, Patrick?” Liam, still as blind and deaf as ever to the situation, looks to Patrick.

They’re both grinning like school boys. They clearly forgot that Daddy is at the table.

“I hope you’re not both being unpleasant. I would not like to think that you would make fun of a family member, Liam.” Daddy is glaring at them. As am I. Who the hell do they think they are? Evie clearly looks after Marshall, and you can see by how they talk about her that she is their world.

“Well, I mean, two husbands. Outrageous. Who would want to be associated and seen out with them.” Liam is clearly still drunk from the night before. Or has decided death is a better option than marriage.

Daddy’s knife and fork slams down. Mammy jumps, and I sit up straight. Patrick looks panicked. Daddy never gets annoyed. Before a full blown row can break out, however, Marshall and Jonno come back into the room, pale and quiet.

Daddy turns to look at them both. “All okay, brother? You look a bit shocked.” Concern for his youngest brother is clear on his face.

“Yes, well, it seems that I'm going to be a granda again.” He pauses for a beat. “Evie is pregnant, with twins again. I…” He trails off and looks at Jonno.

A grin slowly works onto Jonno’s lips, and then his face splits into one of the most amazing smiles I’ve ever seen. It lights him up from the inside, and you can practically taste the sunshine pouring out of him.

“Fucking twins again. My sister is off the hook. Xander’s in shock.

Kell’s going to have a heart attack. We might need to go home, Marshall.

They won’t cope. I’ll have to go and help deliver the babies again.

” He’s patting Marshall. “I know she said she didn’t want to wait, but honestly, it’ll be like me, Jude, and Evie, so near in age. ”

His eyes turn to me, his smile blinding, and I know what he’s thinking. Cousins. Lots of cousins for our baby. My baby is included in his world .

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. What am I getting into here? I just want this baby and the distillery, nothing more. I’m not a greedy woman.

But it seems Jonno Greystone may have other ideas. We need to talk, and fast.