Page 70 of Midnight Escape

“He’ll find her and then you and Diana. Remember your banking records. It’s just a matter of time.”

“I’ve hired a security team, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Danny looked around. “Where’s this team?”

Her brother looked pained. Or something similar. “They’re with Diana. Just driving back and forth isn’t a problem.”

Based upon Danny’s stupefied expression, he didn’t agree. “What about the others who were in the room whose conversation she overheard? That’s got to be trouble just waiting to happen.”

“I have it on good authority no one suspects a thing.”

“Just who is this good authority?”

Declan seemed reluctant to say, but she wanted to know also—especially if her safety was being put into jeopardy.

“It’s Quinn Murphy, assistant to the Minister. If Donnelly knew anything, Quinn would’ve known.”

Moira watched her brother and Danny go at it as if they were on different sides of her safety. If HIS hadn’t been doing the job pro bono, she’d think he was just trying to hang onto business. She hated to leave the safety she knew, but what her brother said made sense. HIS would take out Boyle when he showed up here looking for her. Best if she wasn’t even near the place when that happened. Less chance of getting caught up in it if the mission went— What did Cowboy call it? Right, FUBAR. She wanted to giggle at the story he’d told in which he’d used the word, but the conversation at hand was too serious and important.

With Quinn confirming everything, her churning gut was put at ease. Cassie’s fiancé would know what happened in that office. Heck, he all but ran the minister in thought and process.

Once HIS took care of Boyle—and she had no doubt they would—and since no one suspected her of earwigging, she was free to resume her life in Ireland. Somehow that didn’t excite her like it once had.

If Danny asked her to stay, would she? She dug deep into her heart and soul for the answer because staying with him wasn’t like staying the night with a guy back home. It’d be serious. And the more serious it became—and it probably would—the less likely she was to see her homeland again. To have drinks with her best friend. To stroll the streets with memories of her parents.

Well, thank goodness she didn’t have to make the choice. He hadn’t asked, and surely, he wouldn’t ask now. They’d just say goodbye, like adults who had a relationship that had run its course. Only theirs hadn’t run its course. Heat still flowed between them.

“Moira?” Declan asked.

As she refocused her attention on the men, she noticed they were staring at her. “What?”

“I called you three times.”

“Oh.” Oops. “What’s wrong?”

“Danny says you have to choose to leave with me. He’s wrong, but tell him you’re coming with me, and once they take care of Boyle, you’re going home.”

Home. It warmed her heart to think of it. But to choose? Normally, she liked being in charge of her destiny, but in this case, she didn’t mind Declan making the decision. Yet they were going to force her to voice it.

She looked at Declan then Danny. The latter looked angry and wounded. She didn’t want to leave what they had, but she couldn’t stay, not when he hadn’t asked her to. Well, he was asking her, but he was asking her for her safety, not for a relationship.

She just went with what Declan expected. Her brother’s feelings, she knew. Danny’s, it was too late to discuss them. “What Declan says makes sense. Boyle will come here. I’d rather be far away when he does. You’ll take care of him and we’ll all be safe.”

“Moira, you’re making a mistake. What if Boyle doesn’t come straight here?”

She wet her lips to stall while she thought. “Well, Declan’s employed some security. Haven’t you?” she directed at her brother.

“Yes.”

The men went back and forth on the topic a bit more, then moved on to others. Declan was now into American sports and the animosity seemed to ease. After a couple hours, she became tired. When the two men didn’t seem to want to break up their chatter anytime soon, she slipped off to bed. Her bed. For two reasons. One, because Declan wanted to speak with her. Two, because she was chicken and didn’t want to say goodbye to Danny.

It wasn’t long before her brother visited her. He slipped in her room and closed the door behind him.

“We have to leave now,” he whispered.

“What? Why?” That made no sense. They were leaving tomorrow.

“My contact says Danny is working with Justin who’s still working with Boyle.”

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