Ronan and Conal exchanged looks before Conal checked his phone. I heard him groan.
“What has she done?” From Landon’s amused expression, something I wouldn’t like. I pulled up her page on Instagram and stared at the incriminating post before swearing loudly. Saoirse had uploaded a photo of her and Cian O’Rourke standing outside a wedding chapel in Vegas.
The gold band on the fourth finger of her left hand and the caption ‘Mr. & Mrs. O’Rourke’ left me in no doubt about her new marital status.
That and the DM that said:Fuck you, brotherwith a few creative emojis tacked on for good measure.
Landon showed Thea the post. She burst out laughing. Even Kyril chuckled, and he wasn’t exactly known for his sense of humor.
“That’s what happens when you try to tell a woman how to live her life, Declan,” she told me with a wink. “Maybe take that on board before you grovel to my sister. Or not.” She hopped off Kyril’s lap and tugged him up.
“Come, husband, I need a workout.” He smiled adoringly at her while I tried not to vomit.
“Join us. I haven’t kicked your asses for a while,mudaks,” Kyril taunted as he passed.
Honestly, it was tempting. Ringing the Russian bastard’s bell might help settle some of the anger burning me from the inside from knowing my baby sister had deliberately thrown gasoline on a fucking bonfire. But before I could accept his barbed offer, the sliding door opened, and an angel walked out wearing an indecently short dress and a radiant smile.
A smile that disappeared the minute she clocked me glaring at her.
59
Verity
My gaze slid across the three indecently sexy Irishmen while my heart stopped beating. It had been five weeks since I last saw them. Five weeks of soul-searching.
The twins had sent me hundreds of messages, asking how I was, wishing me good morning, good night, and telling me how much they missed me.
Nothing from Declan, though, so why had he come?
Eden tripped through the sliding door, giggling as she read a message on her phone. Our afternoon had been spent having our nails done and enjoying a late lunch with some friends of hers. Danny and Sylvian were makeup artists with many famous clients. Eden had met them at Coachella a few years ago and they were now fast friends. Within five minutes of meeting, I adored them, too.
They were hilarious. Some of the horror stories they shared about entitled celebs had me in stitches and my jaw still ached from all the laughing I’d done.
Not that I was laughing now.
The sight of Declan scowling like he wanted to rip my head off was enough to sour all the milk within a 100-mile radius.
“Oh! You’re here!” Eden beamed at her cousins.
I spun on my heels. “You knew they were coming and didn’t think to warn me?”
“I may have, um, forgotten?” She smiled so sweetly it was hard to stay mad at her for long. “Besides,” she added airily. “You’d have only gone into overthinking mode and ruined a lovely afternoon with Danny and Sylvian.” She patted my cheeks while wobbling slightly. Whereas I’d mostly stuck to sparkling water, she’d imbibed a ton of mojitos and was now drunk as a skunk.
Landon watched with interest as Declan growled.
“Who the fuck are Danny and…Sylvian? What the fuck kind of name is that, anyway?”
“Two very handsome, amusing men who adored our sweet Verity,” Eden explained. She pointed a finger at Declan. “And don’t you dare insult my friend’s name, you miserable fucking bastard!”
“Sylvian is a French name,” Milo said as he wandered over. “It comes from the Latin ‘silva’, which means forest or wood.”
Declan’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t acknowledge Milo’s comment. Landon laughed and hooked his arm around Milo’s shoulder.
“Come on, let’s leave the lovebirds to sort their shit out.”
Milo looked confused while awkwardly wrestling Landon’s arm away. “I see no evidence of anyone being in love? You told me that shouting often indicates anger. Is that wrong?”
“Thea shouts at me a lot, and we both know she loves me, so it can be both.”
