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“Yeah. That bad,” I admitted with a sigh.
Silence settled between us as we studied a sleeping Jake.
It enabled me to relax some, to let my brain slowly start to stir to life. I hadn’t been firing on all cylinders since the moment Temper had tasered Reinier, had been reacting instead of thinking, but nothing, I slowly accepted, had changed.
Reinier was out of the picture, waiting in the wings for Star to deal with him when she was back in the country.
Temper’s position hadn’t been burned in the CIA.
When I checked my laptop, I’d know if I had any missed calls from Riggs, but the doors to Finn and Aoife’s house hadn’t been blown off in a raid while I slept and I hadn’t been arrested under the PATRIOT Act, so I had to assume my position as a governmental asset was still in play and I wasn’t a wanted man.
That meant I could still go to Moscow—I had permission.
I could see if Star had anything to do with that bombing in Petrovsky Park.
I could pin down my woman at long fucking last because the government had already owed me a goddamn break before they tried to assassinate me for being too good at my job.
It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was a start.
Wading around in the mud wasn’t enough. I’d made a promise to Katina that I’d find her foster mother, and after the past week, I wasn’t going to keep on doing this on my own.
“Don’t you want to talk about it?”
Lost in my thoughts, I frowned at him. “About what?”
“The United Brotherhood?”
“No.”
“Tough because I have questions. Why did you bring them up with Aoife on Saturday?”
“You ever heard the saying, ‘In our Brothers we trust?’”
“No.”
So he hadn’t gotten in too deeply with them if he didn’t know the code Brothers used as a greeting among their own.
For his sake, I was glad.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Come in, babe,” Finn called out quietly.
Aoife peered inside, and that same happy smile danced about her lips as she took in the picture of me and Jake together.
I wasn’t sure what I’d done to earn Jake’s trust, but I treasured it. Always.
A kid’s trust was so precious.
I, better than anyone, knew that.
“I have to take a picture,” she whispered, stepping over to the bed, phone out, and snapping us before I had a chance to grimace. She moved nearer and passed me her cell. I grinned at the sight even as I wanted to groan at the state of me.
Those goose eggsweren’tsymmetrical. My brother was a goddamn liar.
“Let’s not frame that one, huh?”
She snickered. “It’s cute. You have matching bedhead which makes sense seeing as he’s run screaming from me every time I go near him with a brush. Want me to take him?”
