Page 82 of Midnight Escape

He’d never have stopped loving Diana. Just like she’d never stop loving him. They had no choice.

Although she wished she hadn’t had to leave, she’d eventually understood when she’d overhead Justin describing to Danny the torture Boyle had inflicted in an effort to find them.

Which meant she wasn’t angry with her brother about the move. For not telling her before they left,aye.

That brought her to his second big dilemma. Diana and his unborn baby versus her. She closed her eyes to think of how hard that must’ve been for him. One person he loved versus the other. And to be given the added reality of watching Diana die.

Danny had given her the basics to include Declan’s plan to call Danny immediately and keep Quinn occupied long enough for he and his team to rescue her.

Only Declan hadn’t called. The henchman had taken Declan’s phone. Even if he’d stopped, her brother couldn’t have called. He hadn’t memorized Danny’s cell number. It was programmed into his lost phone. No, his only hope was to call as soon as he arrived and Quinn left, hoping it was enough time for the team.

In a fit of bad luck, Quinn had already departed. Once he’d been notified she was at the cabin, he’d left Diana, thinking he’d taken her only cell phone. Her first call had been to Danny. Thank the Saints.

How did she feel about her brother after that? She was hurt and wasn’t sure she could forgive him. Was she being selfish when part of her wished he’d chosen her?

She realized he had no choice unless he wanted to lose his child and the woman he’d given up everything for.

It was an impossible situation.

Moira closed her eyes again at the visual of how Quinn had described killing their unborn child. She hated Quinn with every fiber of her being. How could they have been so wrong about him? Poor Cassie, when she found out…. Moira wished she could be there for her.

After the confirmation of Quinn’s voice on the recording, Danny said he was probably responsible for more illegal dealings. He assured her that Devon, Stone, and Emily would find out.

She really didn’t care what else he’d done. He had put her brother in an unthinkable situation.

A knock sounded on the studio door, and Danny peeked his head in the room. He was so handsome and caring and gentle yet strong. And his touch made her feel more alive than she thought possible. How could she not love him?

“Your brother’s here to see you. Do you want to see him? If not, I’ll gladly toss him out on his ass.”

A smile blossomed on her face at his protectiveness. She loved that about him. Loved? Declan was here, so she should push her brother away until she figured out all her crazy emotions, but she needed to see him.

“It’s okay. I’ll see him.” It appeared Declan had followed Danny, so Danny had said those things so her brother would know he wasn’t welcome in his home.

Declan entered, rushed forward, then stopped, obviously unsure if he was welcome.

“Moira, thank God you’re safe. I’m sorry. He didn’t give me a choice. He had a gun to Diana’s temple and a wicked-looking blade at her belly. I’m sorry. I know you can probably never forgive me, but I’d planned to get Danny to rescue you, but Diana beat me to it. I’m sorry,” he said for the third time.

When she’d thought to rail at him, his words doused her anger.

“Declan, you’re right, I may never forgive you.”

He dropped his head, and his posture screamed defeat.

“But you’re my brother, my only living family. Well, except for Aunt Margaret and all her cats.”

He looked up and smiled at her words.

“I know the terrible position you were in with Quinn. It’s just going to take time for me to come to terms with you delivering me to him, even after how he threatened Diana.”

“Again, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say to make it right between us.”

“Let’s start with giving me time.” To get off the sore subject, she asked a question. “Now that Boyle is in custody, will you and Diana go back to Ireland?” It quickly occurred to her she hadn’t added “with me.” That had nothing to do with what her brother had done.

“As soon as Minister Donnelly is arrested, yeah. Our lives are there, and I don’t want to start a new one here. We’re hoping our baby will be born in Ireland.” It occurred to her if they’d planned to stay, there’d be the whole passport issue. “Are you coming or are you staying?”

She bristled. “Why would I stay?”

“I don’t know, a tall—I can say this because I’m safe in my masculinity—handsome agent who’s in love with you.”

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