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“Whatever,” Kris muttered. “They left, and they didn’t come back.”
“Until now,” Liam said. “So ye didnae tell yer brother where ye were?”
“I haven’t told my brother anything in years. I wouldn’t have known how to get hold of him even if I’d wanted to.”
Liam’s brows lifted, but he didn’t comment. “Who does know you’re here?”
Edward, but she doubted Marty had talked to him. Or if he had, that the old man would have told him anything.
“Lola,” she said. “My roommate.”
“To be fair, he could have talked to her.”
Kris shook her head as she sat in the chair her brother had vacated. “I asked. No one’s called. No one’s been by.”
“Maybe he called or went by after ye asked. When was the last time ye heard from her?”
Kris thought back. It had been several days, but—
“I asked her because there’d been a man in the village asking about me. Tall, streaked hair—” She snapped her fingers. “Red Sox cap. I should have known.”
“Yer brother likes the Red Sox?”
“Hates ’em,” Kris said.
Confusion spread over Liam’s features. “Then why would ye have known?”
“You’d have to understand Marty,” Kris said. “He’s always been rabid about the Red Sox. Hated them like most people hate the Yankees. If he were trying to keep me from figuring out he was here, what better way than to wear a Red Sox cap?”
Liam obviously didn’t understand how her brother’s mind worked—Kris was surprised she still did—but he let it go. “Why wouldn’t he want you to know he was here?”
“Yeah, why?” Kris murmured, staring at the door through which her brother had disappeared.
“Perhaps it wasn’t so much you he was hidin’ from as…” His forehead creased.
“As?” Kris prompted.
“Whoever he wanted to protect ye from. Ye think he could be involved in something illegal?”
“He could be involved in anything.”
Liam’s scowl deepened. Then he saw her watching and forced a smile that was no cheerier than the one she’d forced. “At least his asking if ye were happy is less strange now.”
“How you figure?”
“He’s yer brother. Of course he wants to know if ye’re happy.”
“Then why not ask me to my face? Why sneak around and ask strangers?”
“Aye.” Liam turned to look out the window again. “I see yer point.”
The sight of his perfect profile brought up another question. “I think you broke Marty’s nose.”
“I did,” he agreed.
“Yet yours looks just fine.”
Liam met her eyes. “Yer brother hits like a girl.”
