Expensive.
Splashed with…
Shit.
That red was blood.
“Good,” he purred, unaware my focus had shifted.
But blood spattering his shirt or not, there was no denying his voice should be illegal.
Just like whatever had caused someone to lose that amount of blood.
When he left me alone, with the surprising offer to snoop, I bit my lip as I stared around yet more space.
First the lab, then the ballroom, and the private freakin’ lake. Now,this.
This was… O’Donnelly rich.
And that made it unnerving.
I’d known he was wealthy, but seeing was believing.
That worked for the blood on his shirt too.
But he was a pianist. He couldn’t besobad, right?
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Catriona Caitlin Frasier, you’re diving headfirst, eyes closed, mouth open into shark-infested waters now,” I mumbled under my breath, barely refraining from making the sign of the cross too.
I wanted Stan.
That was an irrefutable fact.
I didn’t like what he did for a living.
Another fact.
Thatwas a major problem, though, because he couldn’t quit.
This was for life. Which meant if we got together, I was in it for life too.
“Don’t be naïve,” I said on a sigh.
Simply being related to my da, Cade, and Lucas, I was already.
Martinez had certainly thought so.
Just because I didn’t feel the mob’s external pressure thanks toDa’s premature passing, and Lucas’s preference for us to stay at home until we were ninety rather than to marry us off for his own gain, didn’t mean the pressure wasn’t there.
And maybe, maybe, it was too late with Stan as well.
The things he’d said to me on the balcony—they weren’t words you threw at a hookup.
The things I felt and said and had done…
Fuck.
Refusing to look at the shirt, I stared at the blank TV screen instead. Seeing my reflection, noting how, in my vintage outfit, I actually fit into this gorgeous room, I released an exhalation.
