I make a few calls, making sure that my men are ready in the event that it is some kind of trap. I make my final call to Thomas, worried about him ever since the other night.
He’s not exactly an active member of the clan, but certainly an honorary one.
It’s still early, so when he answers with a groan, I hope he’s not hungover.
“Hey, Tommy. How you feeling?”
“Lissa’s wedding is in two weeks. How do you think I’m feeling?"
I wince. “Shit. I’m sorry, man. Things have been so crazy with Da?—”
“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bitten your head off. It’s just… I don’t know what to do.”
“Have you talked to her?”
He snorts. “Of course not. I don’t want her to see what a wreck I’ve become.”
“Maybe that’s what she needs to see," I insist. "Maybe she just needs to know that you care.”
“She’s always known that I care.”
“But you guys haven’t talked since the breakup, Tommy. Can you really watch her get married?”
“Of course not."
“Then you have to talk to her.” I pause. “Trust me, if I could go back in time, I’d have tracked Sutton down and made her listen to me. I’d have told her how much I loved her, that everything would be okay.”
Thomas is quiet for a moment. “I heard Sutton was staying at the mansion. With a daughter.”
“My daughter,” I say proudly. “And yes, she’s here.”
“If you can get Sutton back, maybe…” He trails off. “Maybe you’re right. I’ll go to her place, try to talk to her.”
“Sober,” I point out, and Thomas laughs.
“Yeah, sober. Thanks, Gray. You’ve always been a good friend to me.”
“Anytime.”
We hang up, and that’s when I notice that Sutton is standing in the doorway, smiling.
“Thomas still having a hard time?” Thomas and Sutton had met a couple of times while we were dating. We’d even been on one double date with him and Lissa.
“Yeah, but something tells me it's going to get better.”
She smiles and steps into the office. “Ciara’s out at the pool with Lara, so she’s occupied for a bit.”
I press my lips together, realizing that I’m going to have to tell her.
“I'm going to be busy today and tonight. Lots of work.”
She freezes. “What kind of work? Does it have something to do with me?”
I shake my head. “It’s Murphy. He wants a parlay.”
She pales. “You’re going to meet with Niall Murphy?”
I nod slowly, and she stares at me.