Luck of the Irish - Chapter Eight

Meggie, Saoirse, and Brady had taken one of the SUVs into town to pick up some end-of-summer supplies. Brady was one of Meggie’s friends from another Grove family and Sair enjoyed his big-brother teasing antics. They’d finished up loading the order from the bulk supply store and decided to check out the farmer’s market across the street.

“Let’s grab coffee first,” Meggie said. “Then we can go to the bakery stands and get a treat to enjoy while we browse.”

“I could use a coffee and some food,” Saoirse said. “And I’ve been craving some fresh berries. It’s berry season here now, right?”

“Just getting started, but yeah,” Brady replied. His brown hair curled against his collar and his brown eyes shone with good humor. “I could also see if the guy that sells whetstones is here. I gave mine to Micah when he got his first knife for his birthday last week.”

“You’re so sweet to your brothers,” Meggie said. “I’ll pay for the coffee, let’s go.”