Whatever Reilly Wants…
"One down, two to go." Father Liam Reilly grinned at his brother, sitting alongside him, then lifted a beer in salute to the two identical men sitting opposite him in the restaurant booth.
"Don't get your hopes up." Connor Reilly took a sip of his own beer and nodded toward his brother Brian, the third of the Reilly triplets, sitting beside Liam. "Just because Brian couldn't go the distance, doesn't mean we can't."
"Amen," Aidan said from beside him.
"Who said I couldn't go the distance?" Brian demanded, reaching for a handful of tortilla chips from the basket in the middle of the table. He grinned and sat back in the booth. "I just didn't want to go the distance. Not anymore." He held up his left hand, and the gold wedding band caught the light and winked at all of them.
"And I'm glad for you," Liam said, his black eyebrows lifting. "Plus, with you happily married, the odds of my winning this bet are better than ever."
"Not a chance, Liam." Aidan grabbed a handful of chips, too. "It's not that I begrudge you a roof for the church…but I'm the Reilly to watch in this bet, brother."
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