The phone rings, breaking the silence. I answer without checking, and Cormac’s face pops up on screen, all grin and mischief.
“Hey, Cormac,” I say, propping the phone against the kettle while I rummage through the fridge.
His voice booms through the kitchen. “What are you up to, mate?”
“Trying to figure out dinner,” I mutter, holding up a piece of bread that looks like it’s seen better decades.
“That’s a late dinner,” he says.
“Let me be. I’ve had a long day.”
He snorts. “You should have someone making your food for you.”
“You know I don’t like having people in my house,” I say, shutting the fridge with my hip.
“Yeah, yeah,” he drawls, clearly not buying it. “Anyway, I’m calling about Miss Arismendi.”
I stop mid-step, glancing at the screen. “What about her?”
“I spoke to her yesterday,” he says, too casually.
My brow furrows. “You what?”
“Well, Liam met with her earlier this week,” Cormac continues, like he hasn’t just dropped a bloody bomb. “They had a video call, and the lad was raving. Said she had a plan mapped out for him, gave him pointers, even offered to help with edits until he gets the hang of it.”
I lean back against the counter, arms crossed, listening.
“So when he came to me with all that, I thought I’d call her and thank her myself.”
He says it like it’s nothing, like he hasn’t just tied two parts of my life neatly together without my knowing.
“I hope that’s all right,” he adds.
“Aye,” I say slowly. “Serious?”
Cormac laughs, because of course he hears it in my voice. “Wait, do you not like this lass, or do you like her too much?”
I groan. “Cormac—”
“Aisling!” he shouts over his shoulder. “Come here! Rogue’s in love.”
“Oh, for feck’s sake,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face.
Aisling’s voice floats in before she even appears. “He’s what?”
“She’s lovely,” Cormac says. “The girl from the club, the media one.”
Aisling appears on the screen beside him, hair tied back, face bright with mischief. “You mean Catalina? Oh, sheislovely. I talked to her too.”
I blink. “You what?”
“Of course. She’s been helping us sort a few promo ideas for Liam. I wanted to thank her properly. And now,” she says, eyes narrowing with a grin, “I’d like to know what’s happening between you two.”
“Nothing,” I say too quickly. “Not really.”
“Not really,” she repeats, amused. “That’s not a no.”
Cormac folds his arms, settling in for a show. “Well?”
