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Conor pinned me with a stare. “We’re family. We might not be close because your mother’s a grade-A bitch, but that doesn’t mean we’re not family. You should have come to us immediately.”
Aoife snorted. “She really is, and Conor’s right.”
“I know,” I admitted. “But I couldn’t come to you. I didn’t have the means of contacting you.”
Conor frowned. “Why not?”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, shoulders hunching. “I wouldn’t have wanted to impose anyway. Not unless it was a crisis.”
“Which this is,” Aoife remarked.
“You’re family,” Conor reiterated. “We’ll get this fixed. Call your… Christ, feels weird to think of you being married, Mary Catherine. Let him come up here.”
I needed more than that. “Youpromisehe won’t get hurt?” I didn’t care if the request was childish.
“I promise. No one, not my brothers or my da, will hurt him. Not without me stepping up for the man who helped you when we failed you. Understood?”
His words had me closing my eyes with relief.
“Understood. Thank you, Conor.”
“The only question is, do you want to see their punishment for yourself?”
I swallowed then blurted out what I knew, “Bill Murphy… Conor, he’s more dangerous than you know. Digger’s his son. H-He raped Digger’s mom. They got into a fight years ago and Digger served time for it. H-He says Bill murdered his exes.”
Conor frowned. “That’s not true. They were sick, weren’t they? I mean, he’s known as the merry widower, but it’s just a joke.”
“Not according to Digger.”
Conor’s frown darkened. “Tell your man to get his ass here. We need to have a conversation.”
29
MARYCAT
Though I hadConor’s promise, I was still nervous when Digger walked out of the elevator.
I noticed his tension as he peered around, his hands burrowed in his pockets, then relief lit up his expression when he saw me.
About a split second before I collided with him.
“Conor’s said he’ll help, Digger,” I whispered shakily, my arms sliding around his waist as I hugged him tightly.
“You often get a woman to fight your battles for you?”
“Conor!” Aoife hissed, making me realize both of them had joined me in the living room. “Behave.”
“That’s not fair,” I retorted, twisting around to glower at him.
Against me, Digger stiffened but drawled, “If I have faith in that woman, why wouldn’t I bring her on board? There’s more than one way to win a battle.”
“That’s a good answer,” Conor mused, scratching his chin, his gaze turning distant for a moment. Then, he flicked a look at his sister-in-law. “You should go home, Aoife.”
She hooted. “Not on your life.”
“If you don’t, then Finn will come looking for you.”
“He can. I already told him where I am. He’ll probably—”
