Page 107 of Tempting Irish

“It doesn’t matter who. It’s all over theInternet.”

Cillian grunts. “My brother is a moody son of a bitch, but he’s loyal to a fault, and he’d never hurt ye thatway.”

“He has no reason to be loyal to me. We’rejust-”

“Tell me ye aren’t as empty-headed as I always thought ye tobe.”

“You’re definitely just as much of an asshole.” Crossing my arms, I glare up athim.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Do ye want to know where heis?”

“He’s in France withMila-”

“He’s in Michigan. Looking for ye. And I have a feeling he’s not going to think this is as funny as I do when he finds out ye’rehere.”

My mouth drops open, and my heart starts to beat a little more wildly in mychest.

Hope.

“Now, would ye stop yer moping and come back to the house withme?”

It takes my brain a moment to catch up to my heart. But when it does, I can’t help the tears that pool in myeyes.

“Shit,” Cillian mutters. “Can ye save the waterworks forDelaney?”

I chuckle, wiping my cheeks. “Will you do me afavor?”

“What?” Cillian looks at mesuspiciously.

“Don’t tell him I’mhere.”

It earns me a scowl, but he nods. “Ye better have a damn good reason for keeping it fromhim.”

“I do,” I say, a plan forming. “But I’m going to need you to give me a key to hisplace.”

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