Page 67 of Three Irish Kings
“What does that mean?”
I let out a long breath.
It’s hard to explain all this technical stuff to someone who’s not in the know, but for Isla, I’ll try.
“I used what we knew to track her down. The car she owned. The credit cards she used.”
“You can hack into credit card databases?”
I scoff. “I can hack into anything, a ghrá.”
Except maybe the Pentagon, but to my credit, I’ve never had to try.
“Then why haven’t you found her?”
“Because she’s a ghost. She ditched her car near the riverbank, cut up all her credit cards. Best as I can tell, she’s gone cash only. The only reason we were at that gala is that she made a million-dollar donation. I thought she might show up.”
“Onemilliondollars?”
“Aye. It’s a drop in the bucket compared to the donation Liam put in, but given the state of her bank accounts, it must have nearly broken her.”
Isla stares at me, hazel eyes wide. “How... how much did Liam donate?”
I wave a hand, shrugging. “Couple dozen million?”
She keeps staring, mouth hanging, but I start to do a search, wondering if maybe Maggie ran into some trouble.
Isla peers over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Checking the hospitals.”
“There are a hundred hospitals in this state. You’ll never find her. Besides, if she is really hiding,ifshe resorts to a hospital, I’m sure she’ll use an alias.”
I look up briefly from Betsy’s blinking cursor as it searches. “I know all her aliases. Imogen Rivers. Chloe Stapleton. Gretchen Wilder.”
“Those are... good aliases, actually.” She stares at Betsy. “You’re going to search all the hospitals in the state?”
“In the nation. It’ll take a while. Maybe a few weeks.”
“That’s... impressive. But what if she went out of the country? Overseas?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” I put Betsy on the nightstand, grinning at Isla. “What should we do in the meantime?”
Isla startles but only slightly before a smirk crosses her face. “Bet it’d really piss off Liam if we slept together again.”
“Aye.” I frown slightly. I don’t want her to sleep with me to piss off Liam. I want her to do it because she can’t keep her hands off me. “And as much as I’d love to sink myself into that tight, wet pussy of yours, you’re probably sore, but maybe we can try something…”
“Oh? What’s that?” She leans closer, and I move my mouth close to the shell of her ear.
“I want to taste you,a ghrá.Would you let me?”
Isla licks her lips, slow and purposefully, and I grab the back of her head, pulling her in for a bruising kiss, shoving my tongue between those pretty pink lips of hers.
She moans, clutching at me as I pull away.
I chuckle. “You were blessed with many things, but patience wasn’t one of them.”
“Don’t I know it.”
