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“I had an ultrasound in the infirmary. They said I have a month to go.”
“You didn’t know before that?” he snaps angrily.
“Cormac didn’t let me see a doctor. Not that I can afford one.”
“He is a doctor. A pediatric…” Darragh grumbles under his breath. “It is his baby, isn’t it?”
“Yes, of course.” I go breathless at the insinuation.
Tension grows thick between us. He bailed me out and not his own brother. What’s going on here?
“Your clothes are in that hotel room?” Darragh asks like he’s going to bring me back to that disgusting place and leave me there.
Mixed emotions swamp me, and I’m caught not knowing what to do. My choices had been so limited once Cormac took complete control of me.
“Motel room,” I point out the difference, inwardly cringing. “I have some clothes there, even though they don’t fit very well. Your brother didn’t buy me any maternity clothes.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Darragh mutters. “Let’s go.”
“Wait. I… I don’t have any money. Cormac gambled away what I had and kept everything we made. I have no way to eat.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He grips my arm to pull me away.
The contact shocks me, and I cower to the floor, covering my head.
“No, don’t hurt me. I’m sorry.”
Darragh crouches slowly, eyeing me like a wounded animal.
His spicy scent hits me. It screams how powerful and masculine he is.
Like his brother, Kieran. Like my father.
“I’ll never hurt you. I promise. But we have to leave right now.” He gently helps me to my feet and leads me out of the courthouse.
Outside on the curb, a man opens the door to a limo.
I’m not surprised. He’s rich.
“Get in,” Darragh says, and I do it because I don’t have a choice.
The driver gives me and my Clark Country jumpsuit a side-eye. Inside the limo, I feel worse. The interior screams lap of luxury, and I’ve been reduced to rubble.
I reluctantly tell the driver the name of the motel. When the ugly red and yellow sign comes into view, I gasp.
“The key. I don’t have the key.”
“I’ll get the key,” Darragh says confidently and coldly.
We park, and he struts into the office.
Sure enough, he waves a key card and signals me over to the door. Either he convinced the clerk he’s Cormac, or Darragh is just as cunning.
“How did you get the key?”
“Cormac hasn’t paid them in weeks,” Darragh scoffs. “I did. And checked him out. Both of you. Get your things.”
“Where are we—” I step in, and the smell makes my stomach revolt.
