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“It’s important, son. I wouldn’t ask otherwise.”
When Conor made to stand and he headed toward a door off the kitchen, I had no compunction in traipsing after him once Paddy followed him too.
“Uh, Star?” Vana called.
“Later, babe.”
“This is Points’ business, Star,” Aidan drawled to which Eoghan chuckled.
I shot him a polite smile over my shoulder. “If it’s Conor’s business, then it’s my business. You just entertain yourselves while Conor fixes all your problems as usual.”
That shut them up.
Apart from Eoghan whose chuckle morphed into outright laughter.
“What?” I heard him mutter. “I like her.”
Paddy stared at me oddly when I opened the door he’d just closed, but he was polite as he murmured, “This is private, Star.”
“Anything you say to me, you can say to Star,” Conor said tiredly as he leaned against a desk I figured was his da’s. I moved beside him, close enough that our arms touched as I mimicked him and folded mine too. “What’s going on with Liam, Paddy?”
“Your cousin—”
I rolled my eyes. “Only manipulate people who are dumber than you, Paddy. Conor knows who Liam is without you trying to guilt trip him into acting because of family ties.”
The older man narrowed his eyes at me. “I’d unsheathe your claws if I were you.”
“You’re not me.” I drummed my fingers on my biceps. “This is supposed to be a family day, a rest day, so get on with your tale of woe before it ruins our appetite.”
Conor scratched his jaw, but I knew he did so to hide a grin—I saw it when I peered at him.
Hell, he was the one who told me it was a turn-on.
You couldn’t say that to someone and not expect them to react.
“She’s not wrong, Paddy. What’s going on with Liam?”
“You heard of the Rabid Wolves?”
“Of course I have. We work with them across the border.”
“They’re threatening him.”
“Liam? Why?”
“They want him to throw his next match against the Maple Leafs.”
“What do they have on him?” I queried.
Paddy huffed. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit,” I countered. “People only pull these kinds of stunts if they have leverage.”
I thought back to what I knew of Liam Donnghal—not much, really. Not as a person.
Mostly, I remembered his stats as a player. I also recalled that said stats had plummeted after he was kidnapped last year.
Matter of fact, I was the reason the guy was still playing lacklusterly in the rink rather than fertilizing roses—I'd found his ass and had helped bring him home.
