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“Fiction, silly. Mafia Romance is big. Don’t you read that genre with your book club?”
“Hmmm.” I think about what book we’re supposed to read next. “What Eoghan did to me was smutty, but it wasn’t romantic.”
He also never texted me back.
And damn, that bothers me…
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Eoghan
Monday rolls around, and I arrive at Divona—the code name for our childhood home on Astoria Harbor, now occupied by my oldest brother, Kieran. I’m wired from too much coffee and no sleep. Saturday night I passed out in my bed, then woke up Sunday horrified that I hadn’t texted Jillian back.
But then, I think about how she texted Johnny right after we were together, and anger radiates through me. I’ll let her hang for a couple of days.
“Two can play this game, you know,” I mutter angrily into my phone.
“Who are you playing a game with?” Kieran asks me, taking a seat at his desk, his son, Matteo, on his lap.
I think it’s the twin Matteo, figuring I always have a fifty/fifty shot.
Lachlan strolls in, a full-toothed grin on his face as usual.
When the door closes behind him, I say, “Where’s Rior?”
Kieran cocks his head to me. “He just had a baby.”
“Yeah?” I’m pretty sure my father killed someone the night I was born.
“It’s called paternity leave,” Lachan says, putting his feet up on the desk, drawing a pissed off look from Kieran.
“Are we fucking IBM now?” I snap, my earlier concern all this happiness makes us vulnerable rearing back into my head.
Lachlan and Kieran stare at me.
“Got something on your mind, Eoghan?” Kieran arches a brow.
Lachlan lowers his eyes at my phone, and I shove it into my suit jacket. We tackled him when he talked crazy one day, wrestled the phone from him, and found photos of Katya buried in there.
Obsession runs in my family.
“I want to wrap up this nonsense in Vegas and come home,” I say.
“What’s her name?” Kieran asks, bouncing his son.
Knowing there’s no point in denying it, I say, “I…fucked Cormac’s prosecutor.”
I don’t keep secrets from my brothers. Plus, Balor knows.
“That got her to drop the case?” Lachlan asks, laughing.
“No, my six-foot-two, gun-packing body made her boss stand up and notice me. I don’t fuck around.” Although, I realize now, Daniel played me. “It happened after. And then a few other times.”
“Are you angling for something else?” Kieran asks, sitting back.
My sanity.
I glance at my brothers. If they suspect I’m slipping off the rails, that I simply cannot stay away from Jillian, and that being so far away from her feels like rolling around in broken glass, I’ll be exiled to Ireland next.
