Page 86 of Dust to Dust

He grinned before splashing water all over the front of my shirt. “What in God’s name have you been feeding him?” I questioned.

With a laugh, Brooke replied, “He just started on some cereal.”

“I’m not sure it agrees with him,” Shane mused.

As Brooke pulled Henry out of the sink, she grinned at him. “Can you imagine two big bad men being completely taken out by your shitty diaper?”

I swept my hands to my hips. “We were not taken out.”

Shane snorted. “Speak for yourself. I was gagging.”

At that moment, Isla appeared in the kitchen doorway outfitted in her dress. “What was all the commotion about?” she questioned, as if it were perfectly normal for her to look like a vision in a designer dress. She went with the first one she’d tried on–the emerald green one that made her look like even more of a fairy queen.

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. All I could do was stare at her. “Aingeal álainn,” I murmured.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“You’re a beautiful angel.”

Crimson dotted her cheeks as she crossed the kitchen over to me. She leaned up and bestowed a kiss on my cheeks. “Thanks, Quinn.”

“You’re welcome.”

She then turned to Brooke. “Is Henry okay?”

“Everything is fine,” Brooke reassured her. “He just dropped a shit bomb on them, and they tried to clean him up.”

“Oh goodness,” Isla mused with a smile.

“We better go before it happens again,” I teased.

Isla swept through the kitchen and over to her sister. After bestowing a kiss on Henry’s cheek, she did the same on Brooke’s. “Thanks again for making me beautiful.”

“It’s hard work, but someone has to do it,” Brooke teased. At Isla’s playful smack on the arm, Brooke said, “You really are a beautiful angel, sis. Go and have a blast.”

Isla smiled and gave Brooke a hug. As we started to open the door, I said, “Don’t wait up. Isla will probably sleep over at my house tonight.”

Brooke waggled her brows. “Bow chicka wow wow, huh?”

While Isla flushed scarlet, I merely laughed. “Goodnight, Brooke.”

“Night, Big Guy.”

Chapter Twenty-Two: Isla

Dusk was falling when we arrived at Quinn’s house. Of course, I couldn’t help staring in awe at the expansive mansion where he lived. “This is really yours?”

“Aye. As well as my brothers.”

“It’s huge.”

“It accommodates the four of us very well.”

With wide eyes, I followed him into the backdoor. It certainly wasn’t what I had in mind for four Irish mobsters. I don’t know why I imagined everything being dark, sleek, and modern. The house had warm colors, expensive art, and other antiques. I wondered how much could be attributed to their mother or Caterina’s touch.

Speaking of Caterina, she came down the stairs to greet us. She was terribly pale and had on a silky bathrobe. At the sight of me, her eyes lit up. “Oh, Isla, you are stunning!”

“Aw, thank you. I owe it all to Quinn and my sister.”

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