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Her lips twisted. “That would be telling. Now, is the car here for us?”
“Yeah, it’s downstairs.”
She peered at me, raking her eyes over my form before she graced me with my own wolf whistle. “We look like mobsters.”
“No, I look like Clyde. You look like Bonnie.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure I mind that. I definitely don’t mind this.” She took in the dark-navy suit with a slimline pinstripe that Finn had insisted upon the last time I was at his tailor. I’d gone the whole nine yards and even wore a vest. “Is that a pocket watch?”
I smiled as I slipped it from the purpose-made pocket. “My great-grandfather’s.”
“Who gave it to you?”
“Da.”
She frowned. “He did love you in his own way, didn’t he?”
“‘His own way’ sounds about right.”
“What else did he give to you?”
“Jewelry wise? Just the ring and the watch.”
“Was your great-grandfather a mobster?”
“Of course. Not as successful as the Valentinis who were behind Capone getting, well, Caponed.
"On the O’Donnelly side, that is. The other one was neck-deep in the IRA and the ECD.”
“Your roots would horrify the average woman.”
I swooped her down into a kiss that would have had the ‘average’ woman shrieking. She just moved with me, hovering over my arm as I murmured against her lips, “Since when are you average? If I’m awkward, you’re atypical.”
She smacked a kiss on my mouth. “We’re just full of compliments today.”
“Expect more when you go around looking like that. You know Brennan will be there?”
“Don’t worry. I won’t make him fall at my feet.”
“That’s my job.”
“I love that you know I meant I wouldn’t kick him.” She grabbed my ass. “More reasons for blow jobs.”
When she started to drop to her knees, I gaped at her, then at my pocket watch, and rasped, “Fuck it.”
40
STAR
The Summit was something I’d been curious about ever since Rex, the Prez of the Satan’s Sinners’ MC, had gone in one time, guns blazing, his end goal to shed Italian blood.
Of course, I’d known about the Summit for years.
While the CIA was confined to international affairs, I had plenty of acquaintances who dealt with things on a national level.
I’d even heard about there being after-parties between the alphabet agencies on surveillance once the seldom-held meeting was done and the evidence had been collated.
“You know the alphabets are watching, don’t you?” I inquired, infinitely curious about this side of Conor’s life.
