"Maybe." Gabe grinned. "Or maybe not. Fletch will have fun with Rafe, and he won't spend the time worrying over not being here. Rafe will exercise some kind of control. Or if he doesn't, Merlin will." He shrugged. "Worse comes to worse, we'll have something to laugh over when dinner is done."

Painting Dublin red was about as bad as things could get where Rafe was concerned. He was testing the boundaries, but he had his limits. He wouldn't reveal magic, let alone angels, to the world. At least, not deliberately; Gabe had to admit he relied quite a bit on plausible deniability.

He withdrew his head from the car and stepped up onto the curb, tucking his new phone back into his jeans pocket. He took Valkyrie's hand and grinned at her, falling into his cowboy drawl. "C'mon, li'l sister. Let's go introduce us to your parents. Properly this time 'round, yeah? Within limits."