again, Meg had no doubt he would be slightly horrified to find out he
 
 was married to someone his brother had such distaste for.
 
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 Meg pulled the pan off the grill using a thick towel. The eggs
 
 were a little burnt, but edible. It was a minor triumph. She scooped
 
 the largest part out onto a plate for Cian. He was bigger than she was
 
 and looked like he could use the calories. She was going to have to
 
 figure out how to fatten him up.
 
 “Thanks,” he said gratefully as he dug in. “My sister likes eggs,
 
 but she likes them fried. When she gets up, will you make some for
 
 her, too?”
 
 It was easier to play along than to explain over and over and over.
 
 “Of course,” she murmured as she picked up her fork.
 
 They ate in silence for a few minutes. Cian then seemed
 
 fascinated by the sight of his hand. He held it up in the light and
 
 looked very confused. His head whirled around, and he took in the
 
 cottage.
 
 “This isn’t my home.” Cian looked around the cottage. He
 
 sounded the slightest bit panicked. “Where am I?” He looked so lost.
 
 He caught her hand and held it tightly. “I don’t know where I am.”
 
 If Beck had been standing in front of her, she would have clocked
 
 him with the iron skillet. Cian needed him, and he’d left. She
 
 understood that they needed money, but it could have waited a day or
 
 two. She held Cian’s hand in both of hers. “You’re safe. I promise
 
 you.”
 
 “Is he having a rough day?” a voice asked from the window in the
 
 kitchen.
 
 Meg turned, slightly startled to see a lovely blonde woman
 
 standing at the window. “I wouldn’t know what a normal day is like.”