“You know what we should do?”
“What?”
“We should drive to Kinley and eat at the Lazy Pig Pub. It’s not that far from here,” she said. “You’ll get to meet some of your relatives, have a pint or two, and if you’re lucky, you might get to punch someone in the face. That might lighten your mood.”
“We aren’t going to go into any pubs, remember? And nothing’s wrong with my mood. I just want this to be over. I want you to be safe back in Boston, and I want to get on with my life.”
He saw the look on her face and said, “Don’t take what I said the wrong way.”
“You want to catch the people who are after me so you can drop me off in Boston and get on with your life. How could I take that the wrong way?”
And just like that, Michael was back to being a bonehead.