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“I love a good Irish whiskey, but some of these teas also give me a buzz.” He shows me various glass jars of tea leaves. “They’re herbal and safe for you to drink.”
“Should I get buzzed at six-fifteen in the morning?” I slide onto a stool at his kitchen island.
“This lemon ginger will wake you up.” He pinches the leaves with his bare hands and drops them into a round metal ball with a long handle.
At the sink, he fills a kettle.
His movements are so sublime, a sheen of sweat still glistening off his skin.
“Oh shoot, did I disturb your workout?” I ask.
“No. I’ve been up since five.” He glances over his shoulder. “I checked on you, and you were sound asleep.”
My heart jolts at the thought of him standing in my doorway. He struggles to hide a look of lust when I’m watching him. What crazy thoughts went through his head with no one staring back at him?
“You came into my room?” I ask to fill the sudden silence.
“It’s my house.” He dips a thick, golden eyebrow at me. “I’ll go into any room I want.”
I can’t push for privacy less than one day in. Not when he’s doing so much for me.
Hell, he bailed me out, and he’s getting my charges dropped.
“Wait, if you’re getting Cormac off the hook, too, he’ll be free.” Panic fills me as I grip the edge of the island. “He’ll come after me.”
Darragh’s face turns to stone, and it’s a look that sends shivers across my skin.
“He knows I have you here and what’s at stake. Our family’s lives. Cormac won’t ever hurt you again.”
“What will happen to him?”
With the kettle fired up, he places his hands on the counter, inches from mine.
“I don’t know yet. I’m going back and forth in my head whether to call my brother, Eoghan.”
“He wouldn’t represent us? Didn’t he go to Harvard?”
Darragh exhales and faces the stove again.
“Eoghan doesn’t go in front of a judge to get the legal outcome he wants. He torches their house.” Shaking his head, he adds, “He’s a lot more dangerous than people think.”
“Eoghan’s dangerous?” I’m intrigued by the younger members of Kieran’s tight circle.
“He’s an O’Rourke,” is all Darragh offers as an answer to that question. “It’s easier if I just call an L.A. attorney I know and get it all straightened out.”
“Why L.A.?”
“I don’t know who my brother did and didn’t screw over in Las Vegas.”
“I hoped I could disappear there,” I murmur, staring at a bead of sweat dripping down his spine and into the curve of his ass.
Christ, this man is insanely hot.
“I thought I could get lost in a city with so many people.”
Darragh scoffs and turns around, stealing my view.
“Where there’s lots of people, there’s mafia. Vegas was the least safe place for you. The Cosa Nostra is brutally vicious there from what I remember from my visits.”
