“About what?”
“Doing some digging for me.”
“Yewant me to look intoyermole?”
“Can you?”
“Are you asking for a favor or a job?”
“Both.”
Angus grunts. “I’ll see what I can dig up.”
“I appreciate this, Angus. The mole has proven they have access to sensitive information, which means they interact closely with me and my brothers. I need to find a link between them and Walsh as soon as possible before they ruin my reputation.”
The thought that I could be interacting with the mole daily enrages me, but hopefully, with Angus's help, I’ll finally get some answers.
“All right. Give me a day or two.”
“Sooner if possible.”
“I’ll call the moment I find anything.”
I end the call and sit in silence, letting the weight of everything settle on my chest.
It’s been a few days since we ambushed Declan at the docks, and he’s been silent ever since, but I know better than to think we scared him off.
Our attack is only going to anger him, but I’m hoping that anger will make him sloppy, leaving him wide open for me to take him down once and for all.
Before my phone has a chance to interrupt me again, I get to my feet and head into the kitchen, where I find Ciara standing at the island, buttering some toast. Her hair is damp around hershoulders from her shower, and she’s wearing a lavender tank top and matching leggings that show off her mouth-watering curves.
I stroll over to her. “You could have warned me you were taking a shower.”
She looks up at me, and there is a flicker of worry in her eyes as she searches my face.
It’s gone just as quickly as it appeared, but I clocked it, and to be honest, I don’t blame her for being wary. Punching Stephen didn’t portray me as the protective husband. If anything, it made me look hot-headed and unpredictable, which is not what Ciara deserves.
She deserves a husband who gives her the space to let her guard down, and I hope that by making amends with Stephen, I can show her I’m taking the steps in the right direction to give her that space.
“I called Stephen.” I lean against the island and fold my arms over my chest.
She digs her knife into the butter and spreads more on her toast. “Yeah?”
“I apologized and offered him his job back, which he agreed to only after I offered him a massive raise.”
Ciara sets down the knife and finally looks up at me as a huge smile spreads across her face, and her green eyes light up.
“Just warning you now that we might lose the house from how much he’s going to cost me.”
Ciara laughs as she walks around the island and wraps her arms around my waist as she rests her cheek against my chest. “That must have been hard for you. I’m proud of you for doing it.”
I rest my chin against the top of her head and breathe in the fruity scent of her shampoo.
“I’m going to try harder. I know I’ve been…difficult.”
She chuckles softly. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“I’m serious. I’m not proud of the way I reacted.”
