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Aidan groused, “You should have gotten rid of that sooner. The Saturns have just started winning since you transferred in that player from Berlin.”
“That wasn’t the point of this diatribe,” Aela muttered.
“Thought you’d want him to be legit,” Star stated. “For Shay’s sake.”
“I do. But I’m a hypocrite and I like having a Manet in my bedroom.”
“You have a Manet in your bedroom?” Inessa queried.
“How the hell did you get that, Dec?” Eoghan demanded after he spooned up some of Aoife’s cheese and broccoli soup.
“I have shady connections,” he admitted without an ounce of shame.
“You need to get rid of them,” Finn said.
“No, he doesn’t. Shady connections for us are law enforcement agencies! The more shady connections we have, the better.”
Dec tipped his glass at me. “Fair point, Con. Still, I’m with Aela that it sucks to have to get rid of our art.”
“Can’t you keep it? It’s not like people go into your bedroom. Unless you’re swingers.” Star’s brows lifted hopefully. “Are you? That’d make you more interesting for sure.”
Aela squinted at her. “Just as you were starting to get on my good side.”
Star just grinned before tucking into her meal.
“It’s hidden behind a safe,” Declan added. “We only open it up when we’re going to sleep in there.”
“That’s not weird,” I muttered.
“Weird but security conscious,” he argued.
“I say keep it,” Brennan mused. “We’re not going to get rid of our less-than-legal pasts overnight. Might as well enjoy them and cover them up—”
“Secrets don’t die. They outlive us all,” was Star’s unusually serious tone. “If you keep that Manet now, Seamus will have to handle its disposal when you’re worm food. That’ll be much more awkward if he’s a politician.”
Brennan shot her a dour glance. “They’re not exactly in their dotage.”
“Neither was my mom and she died when I was a kid.”
I glowered at Brennan then mimicked Declan and curved my arm around Star to tug her into me.
“It’s okay, Conor. I’m not upset.” Her hand settled on my thigh and she squeezed me gently there. “Just saying if you’re going for broke, make it clean.”
Aela huffed but the conversation trickled down so we heard Inessa telling Aoife, “I swear to God, it gave me blue eyeballs, Aoife. How you can read that crusty vajayjay stuff is—”
“Blue eyeballs?” I drawled with a laugh. “What are you reading?”
Inessa’s cheeks blushed. “Nothing.”
“Ha, doesn’t sound like that to me,” Eoghan teased, leaning over to smack a kiss on her cheek.
Aoife prodded the air with her fork. “Stop teasing her. Be grateful that we read what we do because you reap the benefits.”
Finn chuckled. “She’s right, Eoghan. Shut up.”
At that, Aoife kissed Finn—on the mouth.
None of us knew what had happened, and Finn wasn’t willing to talk about it, but three or so months ago, shit had changed between them.
