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A hunch nags at me about this Borgia case Daniel is fucking up. Witnesses.
The evidence includes witness statements, and they have to be protected.
Where are the witnesses for the case?
Two hours, more screaming, more water splashing everywhere, more tea, and lots of towels later, Priscilla finally gets on her hands and knees, her arse visible for everyone to see. With a squeal that I don’t think I can ever unhear, she wails, and Riordan catches his baby like it’s a hiked football.
“It’s a girl!” Darragh is right there, cutting the cord and squeezing snot from the little lizard’s nose.
Crying, Riordan holds his daughter.
Katya and Isabella help Priscilla into a seated position, Katya struggling because she’s popping out a wee-one next. Once Pris is on her arse, and I’m happy not to look at it anymore, only because she’s my brother’s wife, and I have no business seeing it, she reaches out for her baby, who’s screaming her little head off.
Without even thinking, I take out my phone and snap a photo, especially since private parts are now covered up.
And again, without thinking, I shoot the pic to Jillian.
Seconds later, she responds.
Jillian: Oh my gawd, so cute! And I assume a girl, because of the pink towels?
There were both colors at the ready since they didn’t want to know.
Me: Aye. A cailin.
Jillian: Are they in a tub? She did a water birth?
Me: That is a tub, and I’m not sure I can ever look at pool water the same again.
Jillian: LOL. I’m sure you’ll change your mind.
I live in a loft and don’t have a pool. Kieran’s house, the home I grew up in, does. But here in the New York, we get four months of prime pool weather, tops.
It’s December, so it’s closed up.
Lachlan lives on Astoria Harbor, and I hear sometimes he and Katya go skinny dipping off his dock. Last December, they did a polar bear plunge in Brooklyn.
I step back and think, who the fuck are these people?
For a second, I worry if all this happiness and joy will hurt the edge we have to stay in power.
“How’s dating app girl?” Balor asks, sidling up next to me eating a cookie.
My phone buzzes a moment later, and I practically drop it seeing Jillian in a mirror selfie wearing a black string bikini.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
“It’s a hook-up app.” Shaking my head, I give Balor a glimpse. “That’s how she is. I’m losing my fucking mind.”
His eyes fly open, and he even lifts his glasses to see better, but I pull the phone away. All that luscious flesh is for me.
Christ, she’s hot as fuck, spilling out of that bikini top. All I can think is, more for me and less obstruction to keep me from licking her nipples.
Me: Give me a minute.
Jillian: Going to whack off?
This photo certainly would do the trick. Only, I didn’t really sleep well on the plane and I’m ready to drop.
