Page 37 of Three Irish Kings
“That doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence.”
“Just give me another shot, Liam, I’ll stay tonight?—”
“No.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m not going to allow you to do this all over again. I’ll stay with her tonight.”
I blink. “You will?”
“Cill said we’d take turns. It’s my turn. You clearly fucked yours up.”
I hang my head. It’s not the first time I’ve caused trouble for the Hayes clan, and I know Liam hasn’t forgotten any of the times before.
I used to have a bit of an alcohol problem, but it’s been years since I drank to excess. It doesn’t mean that all the years I spent being an asshole are forgiven, though.
“You’re not going to...” I trail off, not sure how to finish that sentence.
“Fuck her? Might as well, I guess.”
Don’t you dare.
But I can’t say that. I can’t tell Liam that I have complicated feelings for our prisoner.
“I’m not going to fuck her.” Liam stares at me like I’m a moron.
Maybe I am.
I let out a sigh of relief. “I guess I’ll just go home and think about what I did.”
He scoffs but claps me on the shoulder. “I’ll let you know if anything changes.”
I suppose he’s talking about his father, that he’ll let me know what new orders Ronan gives, that he’ll let me know if he and Cill manage to talk him down.
“Didn't go well?”
“Didn’t go at all. He didn’t remember anything I told him, so I just let him believe we haven’t found her.”
“Fuck, it’s getting bad, isn’t it?”
“His dementia? Well, it’s not good,” Liam mutters, pouring himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
I trail after him. “What are we going to do?”
Liam shrugs. “What we’ve already been doing. Keep her here. Keep looking for a way out.”
“I guess his dementia bought us some time.”
He sighs. “Maybe.”
I nod, realizing that I’m stalling. I’m afraid to leave Liam and Isla alone together, but at the same time, I know he won’t do what I did. I know that Liam is stronger than me, at least when it comes to being seduced.
I bought it hook, line, and sinker, didn’t I?
But she wanted me too. I could feel it as she fluttered around me, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
There are a million other ways I’d love to touch her, but right now, I have to get the hell out of here before Liam realizes I’m falling for our prisoner.
I freeze as I get to my car, realizing that I reallyamfalling for Isla.
I’ve never met a woman and instantly been so obsessed with her mind and body. She’s bewitched me, somehow, and Liam’s right.
