Page 441 of Lodestar

“She’s…” I blinked. Slowly. “Callum O’Reilly was her husband. Anton told us that she was feeding information to Reinier.”

“He did.”

My brow puckered. “What are you going to do about her?”

“She has a kid, Star.”

“So?”

“Her husband’s dead. Because of us.”

“And I repeat,so? He was a traitor! You told me that he’s the reason Finn and Aoife’s wedding ended up like that dragon show you made me watch.” I clicked my fingers. “Game of Rings.”

“Game of Thrones,” he groaned, grabbing my hand and shoving it to my side. “How do you know so much shit but have zero pop culture references in your life unless I introduced it to you?Andkeep your voice down.”

“Conor, she betrayed you.Us.”

“I know, Star.”

When I frowned up at him, it clicked in my head. Just like he’d made that list of shrinks for Kat, I’d need to do this.

“Leave it with me,” I told him softly.

“No, I?—”

“Leave it with me,” I repeated, brushing my fingertips over his jaw. “This is women’s business.”

Was I surprised when he blew out a breath and nodded? Not entirely. Some things were just too hard to face. I knew Callum had been a close friend. Someone on his ‘crew.’ Not that I’d seen much evidence of this so-called crew. At least, not for Conor.

I’d met Finn’s when Troy and Lyra were staying in the brownstone next door to his. Aidan’s were around too, those cutie Frasier brothers, and so were Brennan’s, now that I thought about it.

Seemed like the younger brothers didn’t have as much use for extra men as the older ones did.

“Don’t—” He bit off whatever he was going to say, then grated out, “She has a baby.”

“You ready to look after one?”

He swallowed. “The kid has a grandmother.”

“Then she’ll be the one raising him and if she dies because she’s a treacherous cunt, then we’ll take him in.”

“You mean that, don’t you?”

“Kids shouldn’t suffer because their parents are pieces of shit.”

He tucked his arm around my waist and squeezed me against his side. That squeeze told me he agreed but I’d robbed him of words—I liked doing that to him.

I could hear talking at the other end of the warehouse, so I knew he had to hear it too.

I was half-expecting him to drop his hold on me as we neared them, but instead he pressed a kiss to my temple. “If you were any other woman, I’d let go of you because some asswipes will use someone’s beloved as a weapon to hurt men like me.”

My lips curved. “I appreciate your faith in me.”

“Always.”

So, that was how we strolled into a Summit.

And it garnered attention.

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