“Sounds lonely,” Kathleen murmured before she could stop herself.
“Not at all,” Mackie replied quickly. Too quickly.
Logan offered her and Alex more wine. Both women declined, and he set the bottle back on the table.
“Mackie,” he said gently, “I don’t know what happened in the past, why you and your brothers were hidden from us…” he paused, but when she didn’t elaborate, he continued. “But I want you to know we had no idea you existed. If we had, we would’ve pushed until we had answers.”
Mackie snorted softly. “Sure.”
“I’m serious,” Logan continued. “We would’ve loved having a sister growing up. I’m glad you found us. I want to get to know you all.” He paused, then added dryly, “And I’m very much looking forward to a conversation with my father when we get home.”
Kathleen winced inwardly. Logan was the calm one. If he were this angry, Mitch and Gage would be far worse. It didn’t bode well for Papa Callahan.
“He’s not lying to you,” Alex confirmed. “I know Mitch and Gage feel the same way. You can trust them. You can trust all of us.”
Kathleen glanced at her watch.
“We won’t hear anything for a while,” Logan said, as if anticipating her worry. “They ditched their phones. Vitale would’ve taken them anyway.” He glanced at his phone. Then smiled at Mackie. “Your other problem with the video? Taken care of.”
“Dani is aces at computer stuff,” Alex added.
“Seriously?” Mackie asked. Her expression said she didn’t believe them, but there was hope in her eyes.
Hope. Kathleen was hopeful, too. That this would be over soon and Enzo would be okay. Nausea rolled through her. She’d barely touched her food, and now what she had consumed sat heavily in her stomach like a lump of coal.
“I’m just going to run to the restroom,” she said, sliding out of the booth.
Logan frowned. “I’ll walk with you.”
Thin laughter escaped her. “It’s right there.” She gestured to the short hallway beside the booth. “I think I can manage.”
He hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”
Alex started to get up, but Kathleen waved her back. “Seriously, I’ve got this.” She made her way down the hall and into the ladies’ room. She used the facilities quickly, then washed her hands. When a wave of nausea hit, she leaned against the sink, breathing through it.
She needed sleep. She needed this to be over.
Her thoughts drifted to her brother. Where was Jamie? Mitch had said they’d keep him busy, far away from all of this.She hoped that was true, but she missed him. Missed the simple comfort of being near someone who knew her well and made her feel anchored.
She splashed cool water on her face and reached for one of the folded cloth towels, real ones, not paper. Of course, Jamie would insist on that detail.
The door opened behind her.
She straightened just as an arm wrapped around her from behind.
Kathleen opened her mouth to scream, but something pressed over her nose and mouth. Sweet. Chemical. Overpowering.
She fought hard, but her strength evaporated frighteningly fast. Her vision narrowed, the edges going dark. Her limbs were leaden, as if encased in steel. Her gaze lifted to the mirror.
Dominic.
He met her gaze, gave her a slow, mocking wink.
Then the world went black.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Callum shifted gears in the rental car. “It makes me nervous that no one met us at the airport. I expected a full complement of Vitale’s men. Hell, I expected them at the airport in Paris.”
