Niall told the story of how he’d met Shane in Dublin at a pub when Shane was cutting classes at the university, and Niall was hiding from other members of the band. The two became fast friends before Niall let on what he did.
Shane cut in. “We’d known each other a month before he took his sunglasses off. I was beginning to think he had some sort of condition, or he was interminably vain.”
Niall gave Shane a punch in the arm, and Shane slapped him on the back.
Doyle blurted out, “Why didn’t you tell us about your famous friend, Shane?”
“I did, but you all laughed it off and accused me of telling tall tales.”
Niall laughed. “Your loss, Doyle.” He winked at Fianna.
Fianna saw Doyle scowl, and felt the heat of his eyes on her. He’d been acting strange all day. He’d been overly attentive
