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“The penthouse suite.”
“Did she tell you not to let me in?”
He shook his head. “No. She even gave us a key. John, Ollie, and Sam are all in there. No argument or fuss.”
My eyes narrowed as I held out my hand. “Key card?”
Braden passed it to me and, ignoring the grandeur of the hotel that had seen dignitaries and royalty staying under its roof, I retreated to the elevator alone and hit the button for the penthouse.
I wasn’t sure what I expected when I got there.
Angry words? Recriminations? Tears?
I didn’t get that.
Unlocking the door, I found a pleasantly appointed suite. A little traditional for my tastes, very ornate and with a lot of antiques, but I saw there was a pen for Jake to sit in, and he was watching my crew playing cards over by the dinner table.
When he saw me, he called out, “Dada,” and I dipped my chin at my men as I moved over to him and picked him up.
At his squawk, I heard footsteps, and I twisted around to find Aoife watching me from a kitchen I knew would have her approval.
“Leave us,” I intoned, my gaze on hers even as I spoke to my men.
Chairs scraped, booted feet trod on the Persian rugs, and a door closed, shutting us in together.
I tipped my chin up. “I won’t let you leave me.”
“I won’t let you leave me either,” was her flat response.
Surprised, I bit off, “What?” I squeezed Jake when he jolted at my tone, and hugging him, I asked quietly, “What the fuck is going on, Aoife? You have to know I didn’t touch her.”
“Having a miscarriage didn’t make me dumb,” Aoife retorted, folding her arms across her chest. “If there’s one thing I can trust, it’s that you think I’m some kind of Marilyn Monroe reincarnate.” Though I frowned at that, she narrowed her eyes. “I’ve never worried about you cheating.”
“I’ve never given you cause to worry,” I said stiffly.
“No,” she agreed.
“Then what’s this about?”
“My New Year’s resolution.”
“It’s March.”
She shrugged. “Better late than never. I didn’t want to stay in the penthouse tonight.”
“You couldn’t have just said that?” I growled.
“You told me yourself you’d see me tonight, and I knew the guards would keep you in the loop about my location—”
“You moved out of our apartment!” I snapped. “And you didn’t tell me dick.”
“I moved to a hotel around the block from your office, Finn,” she retorted. “You can walk to work in less than five minutes. If you think this was me leaving you, then why would I have moved so goddamn close to where you spend most of your days?”
Logically, I knew she was right. I’d gotten into my car and two minutes later, I could climb out of it again in Acuig’s parking garage. But this wasn’t about logic, was it?
“You should have talked to me.”
“I couldn’t talk. I was having a panic attack. But I knew I had to get out of there.”
