Page 9 of Resurrection

She shakes her head and bites her lip. “Sean.”

“Sean.”

The truth drops like a piece of lead. Pisses me off that she could buy information from a key man in my organization. But without Sean caving, I’d be in custody. Death woulda been preferable to jail.

“I need to transport you out of here tonight. Can you walk?”

“I’ve made it to the bathroom and back a few times.” My gaze rakes over her, taking in the no-nonsense flats she’s wearing, as opposed to her heels. “I had to lean heavily on Eve.”

Without missing a beat or breaking eye contact, she calls out to someone named Jay. A burly, olive-skinned man appears in the doorway.

“Finn needs to lean on you on the way to the car.” She tilts her head at me, a challenge.

“I need some fucking privacy to get dressed. I’ll be fine.”

She holds out a hand to the man beside her, and he places a shopping bag across her fingers. She swings it forward and lets it go so it lands beside my bed. She’s done that maneuver before.

“We’ll be out of here when you’re ready.” She closes the door behind her.

Easing myself to the edge of the bed, I wince as I grab the bag from the floor. Designer jeans in my size and a black T-shirt. I dress so slowly that at one point, Eve knocks to ask if I need help. It’s not her hands I want trailing across my body, even if it was fun to pretend for a while.

With a sigh, I tug the shirt down and straighten. My stitches stretch with every movement, serving as a constant reminder my little brother chose a woman he’d only known a few months over me. An FBI agent. I didn’t think Lorcan had a clue about Kimi until we were face-to-face in our warehouse, and then it was pretty fucking clear he understood who Kimi was and what she’d been doing.

When I open my bedroom door, there’s a waiting room directly outside and an office to the left. Eve leans against the office entry. Jay and Carys are sitting in the recliners, and she flips through a fashion magazine with one hand, her phone clutched in the other. She notices me as her phone buzzes.

“Ready?” She peeks at the incoming message and sighs. She drops the magazine on the table beside her, and stands.

“Eric?” Jay hoists himself out of the chair.

“He landed.” She eyes me for a second, indecision written across her face.

“Who’s Eric?”

The ring on Eve’s finger. The way she sighed at his text. Adds up to something I don’t like. Was she engaged when we had sex months ago? Is she still engaged? The vice around my chest tightens.

She glances at Jay. “A business associate.”

My instinct is to demand more information. Instead I grunt and start toward the door. None of my business. She doesn’t belong in this shitstorm I’ve created. We had a single night a few months ago and nothing more. Just because she saved my life doesn’t change our reality. I gotta keep the head on my shoulders in charge, instead of the one in my pants.

“Finn.” Her voice is soft, almost sad beside me.

I raise by eyebrows in silent response.

“You’re moving pretty slow. Do you want help?”

I grit my teeth and shake my head. “I’m fine.”

The words,are you sure,hang between us,but she doesn’t dare vocalize them.

“Thanks, Eve.” I smirk and give her a wink on the way past. “You understand how to look after a guy. Your fiancé, Peter-Paul, is a lucky man.”

A blush rushes to Eve’s cheeks, and she turns away. Carys makes an exasperated noise, and I run a hand down my face to hide my grin. There’s something very satisfying in besting her.

We file out into the cool, dark night. When we get to the car, I maneuver into the back seat with care. Carys sits in the front with Jay. Determined to avoid being close to me, I guess. Fine by me. I don’t need more complications. Easier to think when she isn’t within arm’s reach. As soon as she is, burying myself deep inside her is all I want. Years ago, being with her ran through me like a wildfire. Took her almost dying to snuff it out.

As the vehicle accelerates through the city streets, I try to focus on what the hell I’ll do now. Getting revenge on Kimi is a happy thought, and I linger there, but it’s out of the question. There’s no way to go after her without dragging Carys, and possibly Lorcan, down. I’m not doing that. Lorcan might have shot me, but he’s still my brother, my last piece of family. Should I have looped him in when I allowed the Volkovs to murder our father? Probably. Can’t go back.

From the front seat, Carys says, “Are you going to tell anyone else about Lorcan and Kim? The FBI connection? The truth is being covered over, but we could blow the whole thing wide open.”

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