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On top of that, those same Armenians wanted to draw out and kill the twins’ father, who wasn’t Conor McNamara at all, like his two daughters believed. Instead, he was Makar Petrov, a Russian arms’ dealer who’d disappeared a couple of years before they were born, and was believed to be dead. Talk about a clusterfuck.
And still, his heart was full because he’d met the love of his life—Avarie McNamara. No matter what happened in the next few days, he’d never, ever let her go.
Once they knew Aine, Penelope, and Tara were safe, and Petrov was no longer a threat to either of his daughters, Razor planned to ask Ava to marry him, and he didn’t intend to take no for an answer. When his sister told him that Ava had admitted to loving him too, he knew exactly how he wanted his life to play out—with her by his side.
“I am seriously outnumbered,” he said, joining the five females who meant the world to him.
“You could invite Monk to join us.”
“He already did,” said the man walking out of the forest and scaring the shit out of all of them, except Razor.
“I told him we needed a cook,” said Razor.
“Chef.”
“Right. Mom, meet Monk. He’s a chef, and Saylor has a mad crush on him.”
“Monk, this is my mom, Sally.”
The man stepped forward and shook his mom’s hand, and then turned to Saylor.
“I already know who you are,” he said and winked, to which Saylor put her hand on her heart and smiled at Razor.
He smiled too, but in the back of his mind, he knew the idyllic scene before him was temporary. After dinner, he and Ava would be leaving again, and their time at his dad’s cabin would come to an end far too soon.
“Your mom is great,” Ava said when he walked up, sat next to her, and handed her the new phone.
“I’d have to agree.”
“So much more so than my mom. And your dad sounds like he was pretty awesome too.”
“Amazing how forgiving memories can be,” he murmured, leaning forward to brush Ava’s lips with his.
The look on her face was questioning, but quickly changed to the haunted smile Razor was used to seeing.
“They’re sweet together,” she said, pointing to Monk and Saylor.
“Yeah. About that, it’s never easy for a guy to see his sister with someone he works with. At least I know Monk is a better guy than her asshole husband was.”
This time Ava leaned forward to kiss him.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be. We all have people in our families who we aren’t proud of.”
“Come here,” he said, pulling her over to sit on his lap. “I need you close.”
“Is everything okay?”
Razor thought about saying it was, but he’d be lying, and it seemed that was the worst thing he could do with Ava.
“We need to leave tonight,” he told her.
“I think I knew that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m the one taking you away from your family, Tabon.”
