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Fine, let him be angry. They’d discuss it at length later, and then she’d get on her flight and go home.
No one answered the second buzz either, but the gates slid open with a burr.
Plum leaped into the air. “We’re in!”
A long, paved stone path led them to the house, like some anxiety-inducing yellow brick road. Was Kyle even here, or were they intruding on his one-night stand? Addison didn’t know what she wanted to find at the other end more—her brother, or proof that he hadn’t taken advantage of yet another woman.
It was Miriam who knocked.
A few erratic heartbeats later, the white door swung open and they faced a slim blonde in expensive silk, her pale-blue eyes curious. “What’s going on? I saw you all out front trying to get in. Is everything okay?”
Addison pulled out her phone, showing her the most recent photo of Kyle. “We’re looking for this guy. Do you happen to know him?”
A dent formed between Lisa’s perfect brows. “Of course. He’s my fiancé.”
Addison had expected surprise to slice through her, but none came. “Of course he is. Is he home?”
A brisk few nods. “Yes. He’s playing a video game upstairs. Boys and their toys. Would you like for me to go get him?”
The asshole. He’d ruined lives, broken hearts, almost sent his daughter to live with a monster—and here he was, playing video games in some fancy house. She’d failed him. He’d never change. He’d never learn. He’d choose himself over everyone else, even his own child.
“Which way is the game room?” asked Addy.
Lisa gestured toward the stairs. The staircase was massive, branching left and right at the top. No wonder they couldn’t find him for months. He’d moved into a house the size of a small town.
Oliver called her name, but she didn’t pause, already rushing up the stairs. She threw open door after door until she found him—sitting with his back to her in a gaming chair, fingers hammering a controller and eyes glued to the large screen.
She ripped the headset off his head.
“What the—” Recognition sparked like lightning. “Addy? What the hell are you doing here?”
“I have to ask you the same, you asshole. You’re engaged again? You didn’t think to tell this one that you’re already married? And not to one, but two women? Did you tell her that you’re a liar and a cheater and that you left a man you hit with your car to die on the side of the road?”
“What’s she talking about, Grant?” Lisa asked behind her.
Grant? Had the ass found a way to get fake documents?
“Oh, his name isn’t Grant. It’s Kyle Yarrow. And he’s going to ruin your life too. I should know. I’m his sister.”
Lisa’s flawless skin paled. “You said your sister died.”
Addison whirled back to him. “Great. Just great. I’m not even surprised! Get your fucking things. I’m taking you back to the States. We’re about to lose custody of Netta with you hiding out here—”
“Who’s Netta?” asked Lisa.
“His kid. What else have you been hiding from this woman? Unbelievable.”
***
Standing next to the women hurt by Yarrow, Oliver watched Addy berate her brother, anger tightening through him. He could feel her heart breaking. It was there in the tremor of her fingers, in the crack of her voice as she went after Kyle. She’d been giving the fucker the benefit of the doubt, and he’d told his new fiancée his sister was dead.
Oliver had a mountain of evidence against Kyle: the marriages, the fraud, the blackmail. All he had to do was call the police and hand it over—let them sort out the extradition, handle all of it. He’d get Kyle’s name back in the news, rile up the public, make justice unavoidable. The police would have to follow through. Audiences on both sides of the Atlantic would watch, demand accountability.
He didn’t hear the teen enter. Didn’t see the gun until it was already raised.
The kid from Galway—Caity’s brother—stepped in just next to Oliver, Caroline between them, his arm shaking, barrel aimed at Kyle. With Addison directly in the line of fire.
Someone gasped. Lorcan swept the gun across them all—Laura, Lisa, Oliver and Caroline, Kyle and Addison out front, and Plum and Mrs. Buckley to the teen’s right. “Nobody move.”
