Page 56 of Bad Luck


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“I don’t think Tiggy will like it,” I drawl at him. He grimaces while I pull my phone out of my pocket. “Why don’t you just have Lauren pick something?”

“I can choose my own gift for my godson,” Paddy snaps. “What did you buy him?”

“That’s between me and my future godson,” I smirk at him, glancing down at my phone. It’s Andie. Shit. I answer immediately.

“Is everything okay,achuislemochroí?”

Paddy smirks at my words, but I flip the bastard off. Shenevercalls me.

“Yes, I need a lift back to my car. Could you organize one for me?”

I frown. Why would Andie be separated from her car?

“Of course. Where are you,leannán?”

Again, Paddy smirks, and again, I flip him off.

“At the police station, in Gibson Street, in Dorchester.” She sounds way too fucking calm.

“We’ll be right there,leannán,” I growl down the phone, hanging up and shoving it back in my pocket.

Paddy glances at me as he holds up an ugly blue egg cup.

“Put that the fuck down. Andie’s in the Dot police station,” I snap. Paddy’s eyes widen as he drops the gift back on the table, and we stalk out of the mall, heading for his SUV.

I pull up Seamus’s number, shooting off a text.

CONNOR: Going to Dot police station. Something is going on with Andie. She needs a lift from there.

My phone buzzes before I can even lower it.

SEAMUS: If I don’t hear from you in thirty minutes, Ronan and I will head your way.

The tires of Paddy’s SUV squeal as he pulls up in front of the police station. We slide out and stalk inside, my eyes darting everywhere.

Andie is sitting quietly in one of the ugly, uncomfortable-looking chairs, holding her pocketbook on her lap. As we stride in, her eyes fly to my face, and she shoves out of the chair, hurrying toward me. Thank fuck she’s okay.

My arms close immediately about her, my hands stroking her face and hair before resting on her shoulders.

“Are ye all right,leannán?” My worry bleeds through my tone. Andie smiles and nods.

“Of course. They wanted to question me about Hamish being beaten up. It seems he pressed charges.”

Theywhat? In what fucking universe do cops approach an innocent woman when the incident involves two lads. My eyes snap to her face, narrowing as anger courses through me.

“And they brought you in for questioning, but not me?”

My voice is icy cold, but Andie doesn’t flinch away. Instead, she nods solemnly.

“I think they wanted to clarify if you were the Connor Fitzpatrick they thought you were.”

And so they harassed my lass. My Andie. Well, that’s a sure-fire way to piss me the fuck off.

“I hope you told them who I was, lass,” I drawl at her with a smirk. She blinks up at me, flashing me an answering grin.

“I told them you were exactly the Connor Fitzpatrick they thought you were. They will drop the charges since Hamish has been harassing me, and his word can’t be trusted.”

She rolls her eyes at me, and Paddy snorts beside me.Sure,and that’s the reason they’re dropping the charges. Not because they don’t want to try and charge me. ConnorFitzpatrick. I guess the stupid fucker, Hamish MacLauchlan, seriously underestimated the Irish's influence in Dot. We might not control it, but we’re not hamstrung here.

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