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“Why?”
She tilts her head and studies me closely. She’s a pretty girl. With me out of the way, she could have him all to herself if she’s so important to him.
She scoffs. “Aye, ya think if I get rid of ya, I can have him all to me self. Not so much, love. Irish is mad as a box of frogs for ya.”
“Irish?”
“Aye, it’s my nickname for him. The only reason he’s not chasing after ya now is because he’s in shock. I love the big lad, but more like a little brother than anything else.
“I’ve dated an O’Brien once. It’s not for me. I do better as their friend and employee. This is selfish of me to tell the truth.
“He’s going to have me track ya down once he snaps out of it. I’m great at my job, so I’m getting ahead of things. Yer young lad says yer newish to the city. Maybe we can help. If not, at least ya know ya have people here.
“Come on, lass,” she says as she smiles and rolls her eyes playfully. “I’ve got yer back. Keep the card. Call me when ya realize ya want to know everything Irish knows about ya,” she says in her singsong way of speaking.
I lick my lips and nod. She’s an observant one. So much so, I feel like I need to leave before she sees too much.
I’m not processing much properly. I need to get away before this comes back to bite me. They know a name I only learned after stealing my documents to go on the run.
Red flags go off in my head and I decide that for now, I need to run. Shoving the card into my pocket, I grab Ciarán’s hand and take off.
“Hope to see ya again, Chris. Yer welcome back anytime,” she calls after us.
Another redhead bumps into me as we rush out. My first thought is to put her on her ass, but my throbbing head saves her. I murmur an apology and keep going until we’re out of this place.
Dylan
I sitin my apartment staring into space after taking a shower. I left the gym right after Taegan returned to my office to find me standing in the same spot in shock. I had run after Ciara and the kid, but they were gone.
Ciarán.
I like him. He’s smart and he’ll be a good boxer if he keeps at it. Now that I know for sure who he is, I can see so much of Ciara and her dad in him.
She doesn’t remember me? She was in an accident. That’s how her mother was killed.
In my world, there are no coincidences. As the shock wears off, my mind begins to spin and my heart races. Chris called her Ariel and she called him Ciarán. Clearly they’re hiding from something or someone.
I can’t help wondering if they’re in danger because of Cole. I snap out of my fog and grab my phone to call my brother and get some answers. I need to know what I’m dealing with here.
“What about ye, little brother?” Cole answers on the second ring.
“I found her. Some shit isn’t right though. Do you think whatever you triggered with Deja could be a problem for her?”
“No, I don’t think so. Deja’s situation is complicated. Tell me where she is and I’ll put some guys on her,” Brooklyn replies.
“No, I’ve got her. I’ll take care of her.”
“Dylan, there’s still a lot ya need to know. It’s a complicated situation. I’m trying to hold this all off until Logan returns.”
“It’s already been over two years. How much closer are we to getting him home?”
“I don’t have an answer for ya there either. I’m doing the best I can. For now, DJ needs to stay where she is, and we should keep a close eye on Ciara.
“I won’t tell them we’ve found her yet. I’m still trying to figure out who I can really trust.”
“Aye, ya need to be sure because when it comes to her, I’m taking heads off first and asking questions later,” I bite out.
“Ach, what aren’t ya telling me, Dyl? I can hear the missing pieces. Talk to me. I need to know what’s going on?”
