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I reply, "Earlier today. Why?"
He gives me a look.
"Whatever ya want to say, spit it out," I instruct.
He cautiously declares, "Things are getting a little tight over there. You think you're going back soon?"
"Are you part of this family?" I snap.
"Tynan," Bridget reprimands.
"I meant business-wise. Chill out."
Dante chuckles. "No, but I think your brothers are pulling their hair out over there."
"Not your business," I claim.
Dad interjects, "We have it under control."
Dante glances at him in surprise.
Dad doesn't flinch.
Dante finally nods and picks up a soft taco shell.
Gianni asks, "Probably feels good to be back in New York, doesn't it?"
"You know it. Nothing like the city."
"Yeah, I feel like that every time I go to Italy. It's nice to be over there, but there's nothing like New York," he agrees.
I nod and then glance over at my dad. His expression doesn't change, and I hope he meant what he said earlier. I don't think he'd go back on his word, but it wouldn't be the first time if he did for some reason. One slipup on my part could make me end up in Ireland forever.
More time passes, and I concentrate on eating an enchilada. I begin to wonder where Maeve is. I'm about to get up and find out if she's okay when she reenters the room.
She sits down and slides her hand under the tablecloth, setting it on my knee. She places her palm flat and grins.
My pulse increases. I know that smile. It means mischief. I glance down at her hand, and a small piece of red lace sticks out.
My erection stands to attention. I put my hand over hers and then tug at the red lace until it's in my fist. I wait for the right moment, then slip it into my pocket and murmur in her ear, "Fuck, I love it when you're dirty."
Massimo asks, "Maeve, what do you think of New York?"
She moves her hand to my cheek and glides her fingers over my lips, chirping, "It's great. Tynan's been so sweet to me. Haven't ya, babes?"
The scent of her pussy flares in my nostrils. My dick hardens further.
She fucking got herself off in there.
She bats her eyelashes, and every ounce of blood heats in my veins.
"Well, babes, have you been sweet to her?" Tristano teases.
I don't move my gaze from Maeve when I answer, "Aye, I have. She loves every minute of how sweet I've been to her. Don't ya, princess?"
She beams, "I do," then slowly moves her finger over my lips.
It takes all my willpower not to lead her into the other room, bend her over a desk, and start fucking her. And I suddenly wish we were at the club. I make a mental note that I'm taking her there as soon as this dinner's over.
