Page 91 of Three Irish Kings
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it, now?” Sick or not, she’s still bratty, propping her chin on her hand to look at me with a grin.
I shrug, suddenly vulnerable. “That’s what it is, isn’t it? I mean, I’m mad about you.”
“You are? Really?” She narrows her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You can’t possibly be that oblivious.”
She grins wider. “Well, maybe not, but I like to hear it just the same.”
“You’re something else,a ghrá.I think you know that.”
She hums. “Tell Liam. I don’t think he knows.”
“Oh, he knows.” My jaw clenches, just thinking about it.
Cillian deserves a little attention, so I’m not as jealous of him, but Liam could have any woman he dreamed of on his arm, and still he’s after mine.
She snorts. “He thinks I’m a menace.”
“Youarea menace.”
She bites me on the forearm with those sharp little teeth of hers, and I yelp, slapping her ass, laughing as she nuzzles back against my neck.
“But I’m not some manipulator, like he thinks.”
“Aren’t you? You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger.”
Isla giggles, and the sound melts me into her arms, has me kissing along her jawline.
“I wish that were true,” she murmurs, and closes her eyes, dozing with her leg looped over my hip.
“Oh,a ghrá,it is so true.”
But she’s already sleeping, her mouth parted as she snores slightly.
Looking at her here in my arms, one thought scares me to death.
I think I’m in love with Isla Quinn.
Chapter Twenty-Three
LIAM
I gritmy teeth as Cillian and I walk into my father’s office. I know he’ll be there, because he’s always there or in the bedroom. His poor home health care nurse is always running after him, trying to keep his IV in.
“Where the fuck have you been? You need to fire the maid before I lose my temper,” my father says to me the second I walk in the door.
“She’s not a maid, Da. She’s your nurse, and until you recov?—”
“Recover from what? I’m not sick, and it’s not like Cormac hit me with another bullet.”
I order the nurse out of the room with a tilt of my head, not wanting her to hear if Da says anything incriminating.
As soon as she closes the door behind her, Da’s eyes narrow.
“She’s lucky I haven’t shot her yet. Damn bitch deserves a bullet between the eyes.”
Cillian looks at me, his eyes widening. He hasn’t seen Da in one of his episodes.
