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He nods, lifting his brows, tilting his head to the side. “Smart boy. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Aye. See you, da.”

Five minutes later, my curiosity gets the better of me, and I crawl onto my laptop, looking for the footage that the reporter snapped of the shooting.

But instead, I find a message.

It seems that the one person who I thought would be coming after me isn’t.

And the one person that is, I wish would have dropped dead with Mike Wilson.

Despite my blocking on social media, someone else saw the footage and decided to create a fake account to reach out to me.

...Krystal.

Chapter 7

Moira

Thesheetssmellofhim as I wake up. My mind reels as I realize everything that I told him last night. And as my alarm goes off and I get out of bed, my heart sinks. Declan has gone. No note, no text message, nothing. And I start to think that maybe I told him too much. The more I think about it, as I get ready for work, the more I’m mentally smacking myself in the head. Of course he’s hit the bricks. I’d judge him if he didn’t. My family is a mess.I’ma mess. I have nothing to offer him, other than added stress and a good romp in the hay. He’d be a fool to stick around.

The only thing that helps divert my thoughts is the fact that I have back-to-back patients today. That will all change, of course, if I get an emergency call to go to the hospital. But at the moment, I only have one patient that is in her third trimester, and almost ready to deliver, and I’m seeing her this morning. All my other patients are not as far along, and several on my roster that aren’t expecting, just on my list for various medical conditions and annual follow-up appointments. As I race to the office, for no good reason other than it helps to keep me focused, my phone rings on Bluetooth as I’m in the car.

It’s Stephanie. I pick up on the second ring. “Steph. How are you?”

“Did you see it?”

“See what?” I frown.

“The video with you and Declan Harris at some crime scene. When were you going to tell me about this murder that you witnessed? God, you sure know how to complicate your life.”

I raise my hand as if she was right here with me. “Back up a bit, Steph. I didn’t witness a crime scene, first of all. And, hang on, how the hell...how did you see it? Oh, Jesus, never mind.” My mind reels as I remember the guy with the camera that showed up unannounced and unwelcome last night.

“So, you saw him, then.”

“Aye. He got himself kicked out, but I guess he got enough.”

“He got plenty. Although, it is one of those shady news channels that’s only posted on the internet. More like social media click bait, but still. They get thousands of views a day from what I know of them. They’re all about the scandals and you know how much people eat that shit up.”

“Aye, exactly.”

“So, since the source is so reliable, and didn’t even say who the victim of the shooting was, or name anyone other than the infamous Harris boys, who were all those people there with you?”

“The dead guy is Mike Wilson, but I’m sure that will be on the news, once the investigation is completed. The woman he tried to harm was Trudy, one of my patients. She’s also dating Maverick Harris, which is how I came to know the situation, and showed up there, thinking she’d been shot. I figured I could lend a hand, but it seems that my hand wasn’t needed, after all.”

“Oh, you gave enough. Your face is clear as day in the video, Moira. You should have them take it down. That’s the last thing that you need.”

“I’ve heard of things like that, Steph. Unless you threaten them with a lawsuit, they won’t budge. But I’ll take a look at it and see.”

“I’ve sent you the link via text.”

“Thanks.”

“So, you didn’t call me last night. I’ll assume that you were with Mister Wonderful again.” Her voice is flat but not unimpressed. “Did you spill your guts or was it just another fun-filled night of sex?”

I hate lying to her, and I’m the worst at it, but I don’t want her to know how much of a stupid idiot I am for sleeping with him again, and then pouring out my soul, only for him to abandon me in the middle of the night. She’ll just say something cocky like ‘did he leave a Declan-shaped impression as he ran out the door?’. “God, Steph! Do you really have to be so crass?” I hiss, going for irritated.

“Oh, don’t even try that angle with me, Moira. It won’t work.” She chuckles. “So, did you go back over there, or did he hunt you down at home or at the office?”

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