"May the leprechauns be near you, to spread luck alongyour way" – part of an Irish blessing

It had to be the strangest thing he had ever heard. "What?"

"I said, I think JD's a leprechaun."

Chris blinked. Yep, it was the same thing he heard the first time.

"Hear him out, Mr. Larabee. He has formulated some credible points."

"I think I'd know if he was one. I mean, I live with the kid."

Chris eyed the drinks on the table the men were seated. "How many of those have you had already? You only got here twenty minutes ago."

Vin leaned back in his chair. "Listen, we know JD's Irish. He's small and I swear he hasn't aged a day since I've met him. He's got a weird sense of humor and loves to play pranks. He's also got some pretty incredible luck. Think of all the times he's been hurt. Hell, think of all the time we've been hurt. His luck has kept us all alive."

"Furthermore, Mr. Dunne tends to adorn our office for each and every feast and festival known to man. Yet he fails to recognize St. Patrick's Day with a single decoration. It is as if he purposely wishes to downplay the holiday."

Buck snorted. "I don't buy it. He just borrowed twenty bucks from me this morning! Shouldn't he have a pot of gold or something?"

Christ just shook his head. Was this conversation really happening?

JD faded back into the shadows, using the crowd to avoid being seen by his friends. He had heard what they were talking. Did they really believe he was a leprechaun?

"Ifreann," he mumbled, as he reached up and secured his green Boston baseball cap. Making sure that the pointy tips of his ears were well covered, he took a deep breath. He knew what he was going to have to do.

He lightly clicked his thumb and his middle finger.

Carefully arranging a look of concern on his face, he made his way back to the table where his friends were. "Hey, Vin, did you know that all four of your tires are flat?"