Inessa had only managed to sneak off because I’d seen his scope and fucked with his visibility.
I had no idea where my sister-in-law went, nor was it any of my business, but fuck if I’d let Eoghan get away with being a creep.
“Is he still blackmailing you about your ma’s stuffing?” At his silence, I drawled, “Because I can make him regret the day your da gave Lena?—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Conor scowled. “And he isn’t blackmailing me.”
“You’re surveilling her for him, aren’t you?”
“Hardly.”
“Liar.”
“It isn’t surveillance. Not when you can do the same on your phone.”
I hummed. “If you say so.”
Fucking dipshits.
With the kiddos occupied/asleep, and without Conor and the gruesome twosome distracting me, I worked steadily through the strips I was creating.
My signature blend had been a party favor when my dad had toured. Just enough bang to make your ears pop but with a twist.
The techies had ended up adapting it and using it in the shows. Controlled explosions, FTW.
Whistling under my breath once I finished an hour later, I pushed them to the side and checked a couple of my programs. None of them were showing any results as of yet, and while I was virtually stalking two people in Riga, one in Johannesburg, and another in Helsinki, I figured they were in bed because of the time difference.
Stretching my shoulders, I twisted my hips a little then got to my feet. It was my turn to stroll over to Conor’s desk and check out his current project.
Thankfully, both hellhounds were snoring and chasing imaginary rabbits in dreamland.
As I scanned through his directives, my brows lifted.
“What the fuck are you looking for?”
“Someplace big enough to host fights.”
“Is Acuig diversifying and you just never told me?”
“Nah. Savannah heard a rumor, and Aidan wants me to check it out. So far, it’s looking like it’s hearsay.” He twisted his chair around and encouraged me to sit on his lap. “Kat got detention yesterday. Did she tell you?”
I looped my arms around his neck. “Little shit. No, she didn’t. She’s been pumping me for cash all day too.”
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”
“I could strangle you for teaching her that saying.”
He chuckled. “It’s true though.”
I just sniffed. “What did she get detention for?”
“Misbehaving in class.”
“The lessons aren’t stimulating her.” I pulled a face. “Not just a little shit, but a clever one.”
“Too clever. For her own good. Think we need to discuss her moving up a grade?”
“She already has and she isn’t settling in well. You know she hates most of the kids in her class.”
