“Dmytro’s comment at the end,” Alastair said. “It was odd, referring to you as controversial. As in, more than usual? Do you think the fun and games with Leevil are getting too much notice in our world?”
I ran my finger along my lower lip. “One of Dmytro’s many talentsisinformation.”
“He said he would contact you if chatter turned into a threat. Still, it’s worth taking Lucy or Terrence off tormenting Leevil and putting them back on information gathering.”
“Agreed,” I said. “Now, let’s go home and separate Fee and Sorcha before they implement their master plan to take over the world.”
Chapter Twenty-One
In which painful truths are told.
Alec…
The strains of ‘Don’t Cry for Me Argentina’ greeted us as we arrived home, along with the raised voices of our women.
“Ya canna feel how stirring the music is?” Sorcha argued.
“My gods, woman! Do ya hear yourself?” Fee had apparently finished off the very expensive bottle Sorcha had brought me as a peace offering. “Juan and Eva Perón drained the country’s financial reserves while they were swannin’ all over Europe! They sold off the drilling rights to the country’s oil reserves and the Americans trashed the environment and killed the sea life with multiple oil spills. And Andrew Lloyd Webber writes amusicalabout it?”
“Hush your mouth!” Sorcha gasped.
“Good evening ladies,” I drawled. “Fine art and world history. Such a learned discussion.”
They turned to glare at us. “Dinna say a word!” Sorcha pointed her finger at us. “We were doin’ just fine!”
“We’re in complete agreement,” Fee agreed.
“Of course you are,” Alastair said smoothly. “Allow me to take you home, darling. You can tell me all about it.”
Sorcha and Fee smiled at each other fondly as the Taylors took their leave.
“Complete agreement?” I asked.
Fee picked up their empty glasses, carrying them into the kitchen. “On everything but musicals, it seems,” she agrees dryly. “How did your ‘meeting’ go tonight, then?” She leaned against the kitchen island, watching me closely. It was something I appreciated about her. When Fee had a conversation, her full attention was there, no distractions, no glancing around.
“It was fine,” I replied, loosening my tie.
“That’s all, then? It was fine?”
A sudden surge of fury hit me. Who did this woman think she was? She thought she was entitled to information about the inner workings of a mafia that was founded by my great-grandfather?
Fee saw my eyes narrow, and so did hers. “I'm not asking for a list of known associates and the location of all your secret lairs. I was wanting to know if tonight…” she hesitated, “if you were in danger tonight.”
I wanted a drink. No, I fucking didn’t. Pulling a bottle of water from the giant, industrial fridge, I gave myself a moment to calm down.
“No, there was no danger. We were dealing with an associate we’ve known for years. He did make mention of ‘talk’ about our Leevil revenge spree.”
“Talk?” Her head tilted, “What kind of talk?”
Shrugging, I said, “That could mean anything from ‘Lee Ville is a fucking asshole and he’s getting what he deserves,’ to ‘the Davies Mafia is bringing down too much attention from the civilians.’”
“Something we should be concerning ourselves with, then?”
I gave her a dark smile. “Not yet. He hasn’tsuffered enough.”
“That’s what I like to hear!” Fee approved, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Hoisting her to sit on the gleaming marble island, I leaned in, kissing her greedily. “I don’t believe we’ve ever christened the kitchen, have we?”
