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“Are you listening?”

I arched a brow at my eldest brother. “Of course.”

Me: And you genuinely don’t think we need to talk about what you discussed?

Star: Not really. He was lying. I know he was.

Me: How?

Star: He talked about a secret property he owned in Florida where he had a bunch of blackmail material on clients. I've already scoured his tax returns and the bank accounts he used to filter his dirty money through. He doesn’t have a property in Florida.

Me: Do I want to know how you got access to them lol?

Star: Probably not.

Me: Could it be in his wife’s name? A child?

Star: Maybe. But I already checked. It doesn’t matter. Was just something that came to me when Ren and Stimpy double-teamed me and scratched the shit out of my arm.

Me: Doesn’t sound like nothing to me.

Star: I’m just being open.

Me: Ahh, teamwork makes the dream work?

Star: Sharing (mostly) is caring.

Me: Lol. I can look when I get back?

Star: If you want. It isn’t necessary though.

Me: If you say so. Speak later xo

Star: Course <3

“Where did you come up with this idea again?”

Star: Oh, before I forget. You - Two Feet

“Conor, dammit. Are you listening?”

I blinked at Aidan. “It was something Ma said combined with Liam’s current problems.”

“Not so current seeing as the Rabid Wolves are off licking their wounds,” Brennan muttered darkly, glowering at my phone like he had a personal vendetta against it.

“What the fuck is going on with you?” I demanded, all thoughts of Star, Ren, Stimpy, and Reinier fading as irritation with my brother took up the full blast of my attention span. “I’m well-adapted to your grouchy ass but Jesus Christ, you’re more miserable than usual.”

He pinned me with a disapproving glare. “I’m not miserable. I’m cautious.”

“More like overcautious,” Eoghan grumbled behind a Knicks’ travel mug I wasn’t totally convinced didn’t contain whiskey.

Finn, who’d been doodling on the notepad in front of him, mused, “Ever thought he misses your… our Da.”

“Still having trouble with those possessive pronouns, Finn?”

“Yes, Conor. It’s a lifetime’s habit I’m breaking and it’s not easy.”

“Well, Bren?” Aidan peppered.

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