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“Bollocks, I have to go! But I want to take ye to dinner tonight. ” He gave Violet a quick peck and hastily headed to the bathroom to clean up.

Violet lay there, still feeling the ebbs of her orgasm. She'd lost track of how many she'd had in the last ten hours. That man was her undoing. He wanted to take her to dinner…like a real date? The thought excited her. Maybe this really was something more for him too.

The bathroom door crashed open, and Lachlan strode out the bedroom door, throwing her one of his panty-wetting crooked grins as he went.

“Have a great day,” Violet called.

“I’ll see ye later, love.” He zipped back to her and quickly stole one more sweet kiss before rushing out of the room.

Love, the word hung in the air. Violet rolled over and pulled the blankets tighter around herself. Taking a deep breath, she smelled his fresh cologne in the sheets. It was intoxicating. She thought about their lovemaking. It had been the most incredible night of her life. One she would always treasure, no matter what their future held.

Chapter 48

Everything Changes

Lachlanheadedtohisbusiness meeting. He was running late. Lachlan was never late. Tension crept into his shoulders. He was meeting with the senior vice president of a liquor store chain out of America. They wanted to specialize in Cailleach Distillery whiskys and carry the whole line. If the deal went through, it could up the profits of the distillery to a level they had never seen, plus having it at this particular liquor store would amp up their presence in the marketplace.

It was definitely a deal Lachlan wanted for his family's distillery. Busk and Shell liquor stores were a very well-respected franchise that Cailleach Distillery would be happy to align with.

Lachlan couldn’t believe he was actually late for a meeting this important. Although the reason for his tardiness was well worth it. God, when Violet rolled on top of him with her sexy naked body and actually tried to pin him down… Giving his head a shake, he walked into his meeting, ready to a make a deal.

Thirty minutes later, Lachlan walked Tom Harris down to the beautiful stone front foyer. Deal made. Details agreed upon. Tom had rightly guessed the reason for his tardiness with a good-natured wink and playful jibe, though he suspected Tom was merely teasing and unaware how accurate his assumption really was. It was a relief that his lateness didn’t leave Tom with a bad impression. Lachlan was pleased about the deal, and he was surprised how well he and Tom had hit it off. They were of the same age and mind about their respective businesses—the deal-making came easy. He'd have Iona draw up the paperwork for signing.

After walking Tom out, Lachlan pulled out his phone, and his heart dropped. There were several missed calls from his mam, a missed call from an unknown number, and there was a text.

Drew:Get to the hospital. Drew.

Lachlan ran out to his car and tore out of the parking lot. Fear gripped him. He couldn’t think. He just needed to get to the hospital. He prayed, begging a God he wasn't sure he believed in that his baby sister was okay.

He arrived at the hospital feeling frantic. His phone dinged.

Alex:Where are you?

Lachlan’s hands were shaking, but he texted back.

Lachlan:Here now.

Lachlan was in such a rush to get there, but now he paused, terrified of the news. He wasn’t sure if he could handle what awaited him.

He swallowed hard and somehow made it down the corridor to his sister's room. His legs felt like lead. Arriving at her door, he felt sick to his stomach, and tension gripped his neck and shoulders. He never felt more afraid in his life, not knowing what awaited him on the other side of the door. Tears stung his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the door opened, and Alex stood before him in his police uniform. “Get in here, ye numpty.” Lachlan's twin threw an arm around him and pulled him into the room.

Drew was standing over Orlagh's bed, and he looked back at him with a big fat grin on his face. Behind Drew, he saw Orlagh sitting up and smiling brightly. Lachlan felt his knees buckle.

Alex held him up. "Steady on there, mate.”

Relief flooded through him, and as he approached her bedside, he practically collapsed into Orlagh, hugging her with all his might. "Jesus Christ. For the love of Mary, Rolo, ye scared the shite out of us.”

“Ach, Lachlan.” She patted his back. “I just come to, and yer gonna squish the life oot of me!” she teased. Her voice sounded a bit weak, but she was awake and her sense of humour seemed intact. She was going to be okay.

Lachlan took a fortifying breath. Relief flooded through him. He hadn’t realized the tension he held until this moment. “Holy Christ, Rolo.” He held her to him, unable to stop the few tears that burst free. It felt like everything had suddenly caught up with him.

“C’mon, mon. Pull yer shite together,” Drew quipped, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

Lachlan looked back at Drew and found himself looking into the eyes of the loving brother he knew growing up which only grew the damn lump in his throat. “Ye coulda mentioned that it was good news in yer text.”

"Aye, Drew." Alex grinned as if he enjoyed seeing his brother get scolded.

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