“Good.” Kieran gets to his feet. “Because none of this erases the last few years.”
I step between them and place a hand on Kieran’s shoulder, squeezing hard.
“You’ve had a few drinks.”
He laughs bitterly. “So?”
“So,now is not the time to say something you’ll regret.”
He looks like he’s about to prove me right when my phone starts ringing, cutting through the tension like a knife.
When I pull it out of my pocket and see it’s my father’s attorney calling, I exhale slowly.
“Keep quiet if you can’t be nice,” I warn Kieran and Cormac before putting my phone to my ear and stepping into the dark stairwell that leads to the downstairs area of the pub. “This is Ronan.”
“Mr. Sullivan,” a nasal voice replies. “It’s Mr. Andrews.”
“I know.”
“I’m just calling to let you know that your father’s will has been executed and that you and your brothers now hold control of all family assets and operations.”
I glance behind me at the door.
The fact that there is no yelling is a good sign, though I have no doubt that the moment we’re back at the estate, Kieran and Cormac will rip into each other like a pair of fighting dogs.
That is, if Cormac is planning on hanging around.
“Understood.”
“There’s one condition,” Mr. Andrews adds.
“Of course, there is,” I mutter, running a hand over my freshly shaven jaw. “Spit it out, then.”
“Your father made it very clear that in order for you to maintain leadership over the family, your brother Cormac must agree to return to New York. Permanently.”
I close my eyes and exhale through my nose. “Got it.”
Trust my father to add in a near-impossible clause in order to reunite his sons.
Hanging up the phone, I stuff it back into my pocket and head back into the private room in order to speak with my brothers. But already, Cormac is nowhere to be found.
I turn to Kieran. “What the hell did you say to him?”
“Kept my mouth shut like you ordered,brother.” He uses that tone which always grates on my nerves.
“I swear to god, Kieran?—”
Brennan tilts his head to the door on the back. “He’s out on the terrace.”
I stare daggers at Kieran as I clap my youngest brother on the shoulder before making my way across the room and dipping out the back exit which leads to a small smoking terrace.
Cormac is standing at the very edge of the roof, looking at the city skyline. He doesn’t turn when I join him, and for a moment, we stand in silence.
“I saw you at the cemetery.”
“I know.”
“You could have come over, you know?”
