Abi could have snorted in laughter at the altar boy comment, knowing his history and legendary flirtatious manner with women. He didn’t even have the goddamn upbringing, if what she remembered was true. “Oh honey, my Catholic grandmother would love your little altar boy butt,” she muttered, feeling brave. “Being all noble, fighting for your date’s honour, she loved all that stuff. Probably one too many Kathleen Cookson novels, you know? She would not be impressed that I was drinking and screwing around with a notorious lothario, but Catholics are nothing if not contradictions, hey?”
Damn, she hoped he enjoyed beating the crap out of that asshole. She sure had. “You can definitely say you enjoyed it, because I loved every second of that punch and the aftermath. All the fun and no consequence, what’s not to love?” Abi replied, taking the little menu card from him with a thank you. She wasn’t sure what was good though, and she wasn’t super hungry anyway. “What’s good here? I wasn’t expecting to be out so I’m not sure what I want.”
While she perused the menu, Abi tried to think about what Kat had told her. Had she mentioned some island? “Yeah, vaguely? We didn’t go beyond fairies and mermen, though. I still don’t know if Kat was kidding.”