Page 15 of Dublin Charmer
“No, the hacker’s system. Still, if he’s got direct access into Gravely’s system, I’ll find it and put it to good use.”
“Yeah, you will,” Bryan says.
Tag gives me a proud nod. “Take it slow, little brother. If we have access to them, I don’t want to tip our hand.”
“Oh, I won’t. Trust me. This is my fighting cage, and I’m the motherfucking champion here.”
I’m high on success and the thrill of outmaneuvering our mystery hacker when I wrap my black cashmere scarf around my neck and tuck the ends into my leather jacket before zipping it up. After a long day in the war room, I crashed for a couple of hours and then took a long, hot shower.
That’s when images of Ginny from last night surfaced.
Fuck, she felt good wetting my cock. One of the biggest crimes of last night was getting interrupted before either of us finished.
A tragedy I’m hoping to amend tonight.
The winter wind bites like a vengeful bitch when I go outside, and I unlock my car as quick as I can. The locks chirp and I’ve got a hold of the door handle when a whistle slices through the night air.
“Finny, wait up.” Bryan’s deep voice rolls across the lot. “You going somewhere?”
I look from my hand on the door to my keys in my hand to my brother. “What does it look like?”
He jerks his chin toward his massive black Hilux. “It looks like you’re free to come for a ride with me.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ve got plans.”
His knowing smirk makes me want to punch him. “Any girl wetting her panties for you can wait half an hour. Come on. I need a brother riding shotgun.”
I look down at my clothes. I’m not as dressed up as last night, but I’m not dressed for the streets or Bryan’s kind of ‘fun night out’ activities either. Blood is very hard to get out of designer clothes. “Can’t Kieran or Gallagher go with you to bust heads? I’ve got plans.”
“Aye, we’ve established that.”
I grip my keys tighter. “I’ve got better things to do than run errands with you.”
Bryan’s face goes serious. “Finn. It’s important.”
“Everything’s important with this family. What is it?”
“Brendan and I are proposing to our girls on Christmas Day. We were supposed to pick up the rings today, but things got fucked. If Brenny gets home tomorrow and finds out I didn’t pick them up and the shops are closed until after the holidays, it’ll ruin all our plans.”
My jaw drops. “Both of you are going to propose?”
He scrubs a hand over his face. “It’s a surprise.”
“Clearly.”
“And he would’ve been coming with me, but...”
But Brendan ended up in the hospital last night.
Guilt crashes through me. Here I am thinking about getting laid while my brother’s laid up in hospital and his twin wants my company while doing something life-changing.
“All right. I’ll be your wingman.” I pocket my keys and circle around his truck to climb into the passenger seat.
The Hilux’s engine rumbles to life, a mechanical growl that matches Bryan’s mood. Brendan and Bryan have always been two peas in a pod. I suppose, on some level, it makes sense that they want to share one of their biggest moments.
“So, marriage, is it? The two of you are taking the plunge?”
We wind our way down the driveway and stop at the gates, waiting for them to open. “Aye. And before you say something about it being fast and wondering if we should take more time and see how things play out, you can save it. We’re sure.”
