Page 72 of Forced Vows

"You're not putting the kittens in the trunk." Róise is not giving up.

She wants to avoid this conversation.

Which leads to the question why? What is she hiding? She must realize I'm not going to bring up the amazing sex at my hotel.

"We met at a club owned by the Greek mafia." Patience is not my strong suit.

It might not even be a suit in my closet.

"Nuovi Inizi is owned by the Greek mafia? Helios is connected?" The shocked whisper from the passenger seat is barely discernable.

But I hear it.

"You didn't know?" I ask.

"No."

"Miceli was that guy?" Fiona asks in clear disbelief. "Did you tell Kara and not me?"

Róise gasps and throws her hands over her face. "Did you have to tell her?"

Definitely. I definitely had to tell her cousin, especially if the knowledge is going to garner this kind of reaction.

"I was that guy," I agree.

Fiona's reply is a burst of loud laughter. "No way." More laughter and she hits the back of the seat. "You went three thousand miles…" Gasps and giggles. "And drugged your guards only to end up getting your cherry popped by the one man you were determined not to give your virginity to?"

Drugged her guards? What the actual fuck? She's more of a menace to her own safety than I thought. Not only did she give her detail the slip, but if she'd gotten in trouble, they were too incapacitated to help her.

"We'll talk about this later," I warn her.

When her innocent teenage cousin isn't listening to every word and my temper isn't so close to going nuclear.

"I can't wait," Róise mutters. Then she looks over her shoulder. "Kara doesn't know."

"She will in a minute," Fiona says.

"No, don't text her…crap!"

I'm guessing the text got sent.

"Serves you right for hiding that from me and Kara. We tell each other everything," Fiona says. "But why are you so mad about marrying the guy? According to you he's hung lik—"

"Fiona Moira Shaughnessy!" Róise's shout cuts her cousin's words off.

But there's no doubt what she was about to say. Hung like a horse. Not a bad description. I would like it better coming from Róise's mouth and not her younger cousin's though.

"I'm just saying…"

"Don't. Don't say. Don't speculate. Just…think about kittens."

"Um, yeah, kittens are exactly what I'm thinking about. I'm seventeen, not seven, Rosy."

"You're amazing and I love you, but can we please talk about something besides…besides…"

"Our sex life," I help out.

"Aargh!" That is Róise. "We don't have a sex life. We had a single night when we didn't know who the other person was."

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