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But one picture caught my eye.
It was Reed sitting close to a man who was familiar to me, but not a member of the crew.
Dark blond hair, a beard, copious tattoos…
Then I remembered the yacht in Thailand. It was Kiernan. Kiernan Doyle. The bodyguard who worked for Alex. Except the last time I’d met Kiernan, he had long hair, and now it was short.
The guy was ripped, with a killer smile. And he was aiming that smile at Reed.
Everything in my body tensed the longer I stared at the photo. I tried to think of a subtle way to find out just why Kiernan was there.
Tate: Is that Kiernan Doyle sitting next to you?
But I was much better at being direct.
Reed: It’s his twin, Korry. He had a security job in London that just ended so he’s in between gigs. Alex told him we were filming here and suggested he come meet us. He’s coming back to the house with me tonight.
Tate: Why?
I’d lost my southern manners years ago. Apparently, they were never coming back.
Reed: To talk to you about a possible protective detail. Remember, the conversation with Alex? The timing is perfect.
The timing sucked.
Tate: Okay. I’ve made enough food. Bring him over.
Reed: On our way
Reluctantly, I set the table for three instead of two. But the longer I waited, the grumpier I became.
When Reed and Korry finally arrived, the food was overcooked, and my temper was about to burn whoever spoke first.
The fact that the two of them were laughing when they walked in together didn’t help my temperament either.
“Am I interrupting?” I asked as I stood in the hallway, arms crossed over my chest.
Reed ran a hand through his wet hair, and shook his head, giving me a glare that sent lesser men running.
Then he mouthed ‘be nice’.
I stepped forward and helped Reed get his soaked denim jacket off, drops of rain flying everywhere. Korry slipped off his hooded rain coat and reached his hand out.
“Korry Doyle, a pleasure. Reed’s told me all about you.”
I offered my hand in turn and nearly squeaked when his grip crushed mine. And I had a strong fucking grip.
“Funny, Reed’s told me next to nothing about you,” I snapped back. “Except that you’re Kiernan’s twin. If it weren’t for the hair, I’m not sure how I’d tell you apart.”
“The tats. I’ve got none on me hands.”
I looked down and sure enough, there were no Celtic tattoos on his hands.
“Come on in, dinner’s ready,” I announced. “I hope you don’t mind roast beef that’s overcooked.”
“If there’s gravy, I’ll eat anything.” Korry smiled at me and then turned to Reed. “You should go up and change, that designer jacket of yours was hardly protection against the downpour. You should’ve taken my coat.”
Reed shook his head. “I’m fine. But I will go upstairs and change real quick.”
