Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“I’ll talk to you, all right?”
“I’ll give you my credit card details. No business class.”
I laughed. I wouldn’t have dreamed of it. I was just so happy he was helping me. An idea struck me. Was it Gulliver who had called? It seemed unlikely, but my life had become a string of unlikely events.
An hour later, my flight was booked and it was scheduled to leave tomorrow morning. I dreaded my goodbye with Finn, especially because I couldn’t tell him why I was leaving.
He was more understanding than I anticipated. “Will you make up with Lorcan?”
I blew out a breath. He hadn’t stopped mentioning my husband. The kid missed him, and I did too. Lorcan was brutal and cocky, but our interactions made me feel a spark that I’d missed in my life before him, and he’d been good with Finn.
“I’ll talk to him, okay?”
“Okay,” he whispered and snuggled up to me for the night. “Will you take me to New York soon?”
I could hear his wistfulness. I hadn’t realized just how much he liked it there. “I’m doing my best.”
And now I had to because I promised him. I wasn’t sure if it was really clever to talk to Lorcan, especially because I was pissed at him for keeping Imogen from me and unreasonably because he’d left me alone in that bed after our reunion. Now wasn’t the time to fret about it. I needed to go to New York and see my sister.
I drove straight to the hospital from the airport. I managed to sneak past reception. I didn’t want to explain why I was there. I knew the room number from my secret caller.
When I rounded the corner to the corridor where the room was, I froze. One of Lorcan’s men, easily recognized by the five-leaf clover tattoo peeking out from under his shirt sleeve, sat on a chair beside the door. He was reading something on his phone and hadn’t noticed me yet. My heart began racing and I sped up, clutching my purse against my chest. He finally looked up and recognition followed by uncertainty crossed his face. He got up and stepped in front of the door.
Dread settled in the pit of my stomach. I had a sinking feeling about this. “Mrs. Devaney,” the guard said. “What are you doing here?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Who is behind this door?”
“No one of interest.”
“If she weren’t of interest, Lorcan wouldn’t position a guard in front of her door,” I growled. “Let me through.”
“I can’t.”
“What’s your name?”
“Corbin.”
“Let me through, Corbin, right this moment, or call my husband, because I won’t leave until I’ve seen who’s behind this door.”
He called Lorcan. I didn’t expect any less. Lorcan’s men would never go against his direct orders, and he obviously ordered good old Corbin to keep me out of my sister’s hospital room.
“Would you like to sit down?” Corbin motioned at the chair he previously occupied. A new wave of anger washed over me but I squashed it. He followed orders because the harsh rules of the Five-Leaf-Clover clan dictated it. He wasn’t the person I wanted to lash out at. That person would arrive soon enough, and then he’d see how much of a fury I had inside of me. I knew I should restrain myself. Lorcan held a grudge against me, and his temper was more dangerous than mine.
Ten unbearable minutes later, Lorcan rounded the corner, broad shouldered and suit-clad, as if I’d ripped him away from a business meeting. His expression was impossible to read. I balled my hands into fists, stifling the urge to rush toward him and pummel them against his chest. My heart also did a little jolt that I preferred to ignore.
Lorcan gave a dismissing nod at Corbin who took his cue and left. “Aislinn, what are you doing here? Didn’t I make myself clear when I sent you away?”
I scowled at him. “We both know why I’m here. And your signals aren’t as clear as you might think. Our night together in Dublin might lead to some misunderstandings. Will you let me go in or will you try to stop me like Corbin did?”
He ignored my comment about our night, not even batting an eyelid. Either it didn’t matter to him, or he tried very hard to make it seem that way. I didn’t have the emotional capacity to analyze him. “It wouldn’t be trying. I would stop you,” he rumbled in that deep voice that always sent a shiver down my back, especially when it talked dirty.
“Imogen is behind this door, isn’t she?”
Lorcan peered down at me with furrowed brows. “Some doors should remain closed.”
I jabbed a finger against his chest, overwhelmed by anger and worry. Restraint seemed impossible. “Not if my sister is behind it.”
Lorcan released a long breath then stepped forward and opened the door. “I did it for your own good.”