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“His murder hit the news this morning,” I told her truthfully. “It’s only a matter of time before we’re questioned by the police.”

Her green eyes sharpened a bit, giving me hope. “And how the hell am I supposed to explain a gunshot to them?”

“You won’t have to,” I answered. “Lochlan is on his way to fix you up, lass.”

“Who’s Lochlan?”

I grinned, despite the situation. “Noah’s brother, and the guy that drugged you the first time.”

Chapter 32

Keavy~

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I was suddenly jarred awake by a new face, though his eyes were ones that I’d recognized anywhere. The man staring into my face could only be Noah’s brother because he had the same aqua-colored blue gaze that Noah did.

“Hey, lass,” he said smoothly. “I’m Lochlan Murphy, and I’m going to be removing that bullet from your shoulder.”

“Of course, you are,” I muttered, doing my best to sit up.

“Oh, no,” he quickly rushed out. “I need you to relax because this is going to hurt, even with the sedative.”

I immediately started shaking my head. “I don’t need or want a sedative. I have…there’s too much to do.”

Lochlan smirked, and there was no denying that the O’Brien/Murphy men were a sexy lot. “If you’re referring to the two assholes that you killed, they’re already taken care of.”

“Yeah, no,” I said. “That doesn’t work for me.”

“Why not, lass?”

At Declan’s voice, I turned to see that he’d been sitting on the couch next to me the entire time, and I really must have been out of it not to notice. With my mouth dry, I could only imagine how much blood I’d lost over these past few hours, and I didn’t even want to think about an infection setting in.

“Because if I’m ever going to go to prison for murder, it’ll be because I fucked up,” I informed him. “Not because I’d been stupid enough to trust that you guys know what you’re doing.’

“Well, okay…” Lochlan drawled out. “Now I see what Noah was talking about.”

“We know what we’re doing, Keavy,” Declan said as Lochlan began removing Noah’s dressing. “How do you think we’ve managed to stay out of prison all these years.”

“Protecting family is vastly different from protecting someone else,” I pointed out.

“Well, considerin’ da yer gonna be my feckin’ wife soon, ye count as family,” Declan snapped, and Lochlan hid his laugh under a cough.

“So that Noah can turn you into a widower? I think not,” I snorted.

“I’ve already apologized for that, lass,” Noah’s voice echoed through the cabin.

When I turned towards the sound, I saw him sitting on the coffee table, grinning at me like a psychopath. “No, you didn’t.”

“My apologies, then,” he said like an asshole.

“Lass, this is going to hurt,” Lochlan said, ignoring his brother and cousin. “I need to sedate you.”

“Numb the area,” I ordered. “That’s my compromise.”

Like a chauvinistic sonofabitch, Lochlan looked over at Declan, then asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“If you say anything other than directing him to listen to me, then that marriage that you think is going to happen will definitely involve another bride,” I warned him.

Noah barked out a laugh. “Yeah, you two are definitely meant for each other.”

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