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"Did she give names?" The rage coils tightly in my gut, but it's leashed for now.

"Not to the cops," Lachlan says with satisfaction. "But your mam texted me two names just before I came in to get you."

"Take them. Put them on ice at the apartment safehouse."

Needing to feel her skin, I take Anna's hand in mine and brush my thumb back and forth across her palm. I wish she could sit on my lap, but that wouldn't be safe for her in case someone with a death wish ran into our car.

"Don't rough them up too much." Normally, my second wouldn't need the reminder, but he's got a soft spot for Shea. "We'll interrogate them tonight."

Lachlan nods, his jaw like granite.

We're halfway to Anna's apartment and she tugs at my hand. Not like she's trying to get me to let her go, but like she wants my attention.

I look down at her.

Anna's violet eyes are no longer hazy with bliss but are now drenched with concern. For me. "Are you going to see her?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to come with you? I mean, you probably don't need me to, I just—" She breaks off, blushing.

Fuck. She's offering to stay with me? "Yes."

Anna smiles and some weird warm thing unfurls in my chest.

Chapter 12

ANNA

I tuck everything I experienced in Cian's office in the back of my consciousness. He needs a friend right now and I want to be that friend, but if I let myself think about what happened when I showed him my breasts, I will get lost in my head.

Anxiety pushes against the walls I put up in my brain. I will deal with that later too.

When we get to the hospital, there's a man waiting to show us to Shea's floor. "I'm so sorry, Boss. I didn't even know she left the house."

Cian's body goes rigid, fury coming off him in waves, but it's Lachlan who moves.

He punches the other man, knocking him back several feet and onto his butt. "What the fuck, Sully? It's your job to know." He storms forward, but Cian grabs his arm, hard.

Lachlan turns toward Cian, snarling fury in every line of his body. "He deserves to die for this."

"No."

The other man, Sully, stands. "Her tracker showed her at home."

"And you didn't think to check? Not once, all night long?"

"If I did, the boss would gouge out my eyes," Sully says and then mutters, "If you didn't do it first."

I remember how protective of Shea that Lachlan was at the Greek deli. He's always watching over her at the office too. She told me that he's as bad as her brother when it comes to telling her what to do.

Sully is right. If another man were to check in on her at night, Lachlan wouldn't like it. No matter what he's saying now. Neither would Cian.

He yanks his arm away from Cian and glowers. "She needs a tracker embedded."

"Yes," Cian agrees. "I'll put a thermal camera in her bedroom too, with an alarm if the thermal signature goes dark."

I don’t think Shea will like any of that. She hates that her brother, and apparently her bodyguards, track her through her phone. While I would love to have Cian checking in on me like that, which undoubtedly makes me as weird as my family has always claimed, Shea will go ballistic when she finds out.

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