Page 139 of Beautiful Trauma
“Do you go there often?”
“It’s really moreEamon’s club now since the others are married.”
She cockedher brows at me. “You didn’t answer my question.”
I sighed.“Yes, I go there once a week to check on the books.”
“Do you partake with the dancers?”
“No. I do not.”
“You really expectme to believe a sexy, single man like you doesn’t get a lap dance or two?”
Apparently,tonight was about unburdening myself of more than one secret. “One of the dancers there broke my heart. After we stopped dating, I could never bring myself to do it again.”
While she appeared relieved,I could tell she had more questions. “Is there…prostitution?”
“Feck no!It’s just your average strip club. Well, the clientele is made up of very wealthy men, unlike most clubs.”
When Mila remained quiet,I asked, “Your father doesn’t own any clubs?”
“Not like that.”
“That you know of.”
She wrinkled her nose.“You’re right. I’m sure he’s involved in more dirty dealings than I know about. I hate to think of my brothers being a part of it.”
“If you wantme to sell my stake in Alainn, I will. I’m sure Eamon would be happy to own a greater stake.”
“Doyour other sisters-in-law not mind besides Caterina?”
“Well,Isla met Quinn there when she was a dancer.”
“Isla was dancing?”she questioned incredulously.
“Yes,to put herself through grad school. And considering all the insanity that Ava and Dare have been through, I’m not sure if she’s aware of his involvement with Alainn.”
Mila nodded.“I mean, if it doesn’t bother them, then it doesn’t bother me.”
“You don’t needto think about them. We will do what is comfortable for you.”
“You’re spoiling me again,”she said with a smile.
“If doingwhat makes you feel comfortable is considered spoiling, then you'd better get ready for a lot of it.”
When another knockcame at the door, Mila jumped. She gave me a sheepish look. “Sorry. I keep forgetting we’re not alone.”
“Unfortunately not,”I mused as I went to the door.
To my surprise,Caterina stood outside with a basin in her hands. “Hey, just call me Nurse Ratched here to change your bandages.”
I laughed. “Come in.”
At the sight of Caterina,Mila rose off the bed. “Please don’t get up just for me. There’s plenty of room in that king for me to do what I need to do,” Caterina said.
I sensedMila wanted a connection to the moment, so I asked, “Will you help me unbutton my shirt?”
She smiled. “Of course.”
