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My gut drops.
Shit, this isn't good.
It means it's probably something I'll have to help him take care of.
I glance at Maeve and state, "We'll be over in the next hour."
She looks at me in question.
"Good. I'll make sure Arianna's ready," Killian says and hangs up.
I do the same.
Maeve asks, "Where are we going?"
I put on my biggest smile. "We're going to go over to the Marino's."
"Dante's place?" she asks.
I nod. "Aye, all the brothers and my sister Bridget live there. Killian's in town with Arianna. She's Dante's sister. She also wants to meet ya."
Maeve's confused expression lights up her face. "Why does she want to meet me?"
"Don't be silly. She wants to be your friend."
"Why would she want to be my friend when she doesn't even know me?" Maeve asks.
"Geez, don't discount a new friend before ya meet her," I taunt.
She releases a nervous breath. "I'm not. I just... Well, I don't know her, and I don't know what her expectations are about what I'm supposed to be like."
"Why would anyone have an expectation?" I question.
She shrugs. "I don't know. All of ya are so different from me. I feel out of place a lot of times."
I tuck her closer to me, insisting, "I'm sorry ya feel that way, but you'll get used to things. I promise. And you're going to love Arianna. She's really sweet. It'd be good for ya to have a friend while you're here."
Maeve's lips curve. She sighs and says, "Okay, I guess you're right. Having a friend won't hurt."
"No, it won't." I kiss her on the lips. "Go get ready."
She gives me a tiny salute. "Aye-aye, Daddy."
"That's my lass."
She disappears through the bedroom door, and I rise, returning to the window and staring at the city. I think about what Killian could be here for and what kind of threat he's dealing with, but nothing comes to mind.
I've been so focused on everything happening in Ireland that I don't have my pulse on what's happening in the States. But I'm here now, and if he needs me, I'll step in.
I go into the bedroom and shower while Maeve dries her hair. We finish getting ready and leave.
My driver pulls up to the curb, and Maeve asks, "Do ya ever drive here?"
I nod. "Sometimes, but rarely."
She admits, "It's really busy. I didn't realize how different it would be from Dublin and Belfast."
"Aye. Nowhere is like New York."
