Ruairí laughed and slipped an arm around Abby's shoulders, snuggling her up to his side. "I don't know, love. Part of me is still trying to fit the singer up on that stage with the little boy I used to hear singing in the church choir on Sundays." His words did nothing to hide the gleam of pride in his eyes. "He deserves to be up there, though. They all do."

Another part of Ruairí felt more fatherly concern than fatherly pride, and wondered if he should have insisted that Tadhg be here to keep an eye on what was happening to his brother. Whatever it was Rory was drawing from the crowd, he nearly blazed with it.