Page 109 of Resurrection

“Yes,” I say.

“I can’t help you.” He rises and steps toward the door. “I would say I can’t believe you think I’d help you after what you did to Kim, but that’s always been you, hasn’t it? Finn first.”

I tuck my gun into the back of my pants and raise my hands. “You’re risking nothing by helping me.”

He barks out a laugh. “Risking nothing? We risked a fuck of a lot coming here in the first place.”

Swallowing, my jaw tightens. This touchy-feely shit would be easier if Jay wasn’t in the room, but he won’t leave when his family is the collateral. “I should have handled the Kim situation differently.”

Lorcan raises his brows, unimpressed with my admission.

“I probably should have handled a lot of things differently.”

His hands on his hips, Lorcan’s gaze narrows. “What are you on about?”

“I want to turn myself in to the FBI as long as Carys goes free—no chance of prison, no repercussions for any of the crimes she’s accused of committing.”

“You understand what that’ll mean for you, don’t ya?”

I grimace. “I plead guilty to whatever they want to throw my way. My freedom for hers.”

Lorcan whistles long and low. He studies me for a moment. “This what you want?”

“If you can secure those conditions for me—Carys gets off free and clear of everything—then I’ll turn myself in.”

“Huh.” He stares at the ceiling before giving me his attention again. “I always suspected you loved her with that intensity but never knew for sure.”

“Will you help me?”

Lorcan’s hand sweeps through his hair, and he sighs. “You shot Kim.”

“I did.”

“Right in front of me. Like what I wanted, how I felt meant nothing.”

Instead of answering him, I purse my lips and then slide my gaze away. Can I justify or explain myself in a way that’ll matter to him? “I’d forgotten.”

“What’s that?”

“What it’s like to love someone beyond reason.” I shrug. “I thought I was protecting us, and then when I realized you already had the truth—well, my impulse control has never been particularly strong.”

“Kim,” Lorcan calls out. “What do ya think? Sound close enough to an apology?”

Stepping out from the darkened kitchen, she makes eye contact with me. She’s as striking as she was the first time I saw her. Long dark hair, slender but fit, tan skin. The pull I once felt toward her as well as the anger is gone, evaporated.

“Not quite.” Kim’s gaze sweeps over me, assessing. “Is Finn Donaghey capable of a selfless act?” She crosses her arms.

“It appears so,” Lorcan says.

“I’m in favor of you going to jail.” She frowns. “Less in favor of how upset that’ll make Carys. You understand what this will do to her?”

“She has a child,” I say. “A baby boy. Lucas.”

“I heard.” Kim’s voice softens as she says, “Named after her brother.” She sighs and wanders over to stand next to Lorcan. “I’m familiar with the evidence they have on you. You’ll never see the light of day. Turning yourself in will be a life sentence, several of them. You’ll die in prison.”

My brother tenses at her words, and my heart thumps. Her bluntness used to be refreshing. “It is what it is. We realized I was on borrowed time.”

She studies me for another moment and then stares at Lorcan. Their prolonged eye contact is a silent communication. They must have known I might turn myself in, ask for a deal. I’m sure they discussed how they’d handle the negotiation.

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