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“I loved just being with you. Talking to you. I felt like I really had your attention.”
“Aye.” He looks away. “I’m not taking you to the Hamptons. But not just to be a dick. I stay away from Shea out there. I don’t want anyone bothering her. She has a bodyguard, but there are unwritten rules for family members who are not part of the business. Especially females. It’s the same with my younger brothers in Seattle. Cormac and Darragh are doctors and have absolutely nothing to do with our business. We don’t even really talk to them. That’s on purpose. Though it pains me that I don’t know my niece very well.”
“Will that hold for Shea?” I ask him. “She’s only seventy miles away. Lots of rich people vacation out there. I assume some of them are connected.”
He blows out a breath. “Good question. Between you and me, Balor monitors her communication to make sure she’s not getting any mysterious calls or texts. Her home and office are wired up with a team watching twenty-four seven. If someone gets close to her, I’ll know.”
“Good.” I hug him. “I like her.”
“She likes you, too.” He grips my face again. “What about me? Do you like me?”
I purse my lips like I’m thinking. “A little bit.”
“Brat.” He releases me, then takes what looks like a nourishing breath. He opens the door that sealed us in here and bellows, “Land this thing. I want to go home.”
He sits back down and buckles up in time for the pilot to put the nose down, and we’re racing against the wind. A few moments later, we land.
Kieran glances out the window and tenses up. “What the fuck?”
He unbuckles and then reaches for my hand. Lachlan is already out and running across the landing pad to the limo. Two more cars are parked there now, too, with their headlights on. When we reach the landing pad on foot, Kieran runs, breaking away from me.
Riordan, Eoghan, and Balor stand around the limo while Lachlan paces, questioning Calder and the driver.
Kieran reaches the limo, leans inside to look, and then starts shouting.
“What happened?” I ask.
Kieran sees me ready to glance inside, too, and with fire in his eyes, rushes to me. “Don’t look.”
“What? What happened?”
Stroking my back, he snarls, “Someone put a bullet in Waylon’s head.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Isabella
It’sbeenaweeksince someone killed Waylon. I feel like it’s my fault because I asked for the date. Kieran’s not said much to me. At night, he crawls into bed late, and some mornings he’s already gone when I wake up.
Feeling this day won’t be different from the rest, I trudge to the library to work on my independent project and ignore messages from the meeting group when they ping the chat box to catch up again. No way will Kieran let me go now. And I don’t want to.
It’s finally hit home. I’m not safe out there.
Lost in my schoolwork, I hear a noise and look up to see Kieran standing in the doorway. He’s wearing shades, and his hair looks like he’s been pulling on it.
“Hi,” I say, giving him a once-over.
“Hi.” He slides the shades off smoothly. “Are you busy?”
“That’s the benefit of online courses. They’re self-paced.” I close my laptop. “What can I do for you?”
“It’s what I can do for you.” He holds out his hand.
Normally, I would take it, but his entire body is rigid, and his jaw seems tense enough to break. “Why? For what?”
“You’ll see.” He wiggles his hand.
Swallowing, I take it. I have to trust him. Unless… God, unless I had everything wrong about this man. His hand in mine, we walk through the kitchen. For a moment, I think he’s going to take me upstairs and use me for his pent-up anger. No, he takes me to the kitchen door.
