“No, Liam did,” Caity informed them.
Duncan threw his head back and laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” Caity asked, her hands on her hips.
“Because I should have sent Liam to watch Freyja in New Orleans instead of Rian.”
A few months ago, when we were in New Orleans chasing down Nolan Kelley, Rian, one of Ronan’s men who was supposed to be protecting Freyja, let her leave and get on a plane. She was kidnapped by Tyran, and we almost lost her.
Of course, if you asked Freyja, Lucille Ball had it all under control. I shook my head, thinking about what could have happened.
“Is there anything to eat?” Freyja asked, digging through my fridge.
“I’ll order some food.” Duncan pulled his phone out. “Anything specific?” he asked Freyja.
“All of it. I just want all the food.”
We all chuckled at her frustration. Since she’d gotten pregnant, Freyja was hungry all the time.
“Did all of you know about Sal’s daughter?”
“Sal has a daughter?” Freyja asked.
“All of us except Ty,” Mac answered.
“Wait, how did Ty not know? He was your best friend?” Caity asked, looking at Sal.
“I don’t know. He was with Eamon somewhere when I found out, and something told me not to tell him.”
“How old is she?” Freyja asked. “And where does she live?”
Sal looked down at the floor. “She’s twenty-eight and...” He looked over at Freyja. “She lives in Rosewood.”
“What?” Freyja shouted. “Who? What’s her name? Oh God, please tell me it isn’t Bailey. Literally anyone but Bailey.” Freyja closed her eyes, but then they snapped back open as she gasped, “Wait, no, scratch that. Tell me it isn’t Marlene.”
“Who is Marlene?” Duncan asked.
“She’s a whore.” Freyja’s head spun around to Sal. “It’s not Marlene, is it?”
“No,” Sal said. “Her name is Morgan.”
“Morgan Delany?” Freyja asked with a smile.
“Do you know her, Freyja?” Duncan asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“I do. I love Morgan. She’s a little crazy, but now it makes sense why.” She asked Sal, “Does she know you’re her father?”
“She does. I’ve always been in her life.”
“Does she know she has a brother?” Mac asked. “’Cause I’m pretty sure King still doesn’t know he has a sister.”
“No, and until this shit is over, neither of them will know. I won’t put Morgan’s life at risk.”
“Is that why she never talked about her father? She kept you a secret all these years,” Freyja commented.
“Yes, it was a decision her mother and I made together.”
“I can’t believe you never told me,” Caity whispered.
