“You won’t have to, but even if he decides to walk away, you have me.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now, do you want me to track Kieran down and kick his ass?”
A weak laugh escapes me before I have a chance to stop it.
“You know you’re not the first person to offer to do that this morning.”
“Let me guess, Lucy?”
“Actually, Ronan.”
Oscar lets out a low whistle. “Seriously? Well, I hate to say it, but Ronan Sullivan might have just gone up in my estimations.”
“He’s a good guy. They all are.”
“Well, then you have nothing to worry about.”
“I hope you’re right because I have no idea what I would do without Kieran.”
“Keep your chin up, Riles. He will come to his senses.”
After Oscar ends the call, I toss my phone onto the bed and place both my hands on my lower abdomen.
It’s too early for me to feel any hint of the life growing inside me, but I start talking anyway.
“It’s just you and me for now. But we’re going to be okay, don’t you worry.”
I glance toward the bedroom door, half hoping that it will swing open and reveal Kieran standing there. But of course, when he doesn’t, a lump rises in my throat.
I’ve made a mess of things. Maybe too big of a mess to fix.
But if there’s even the smallest chance of putting us back together, I have to try.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
KIERAN
It would be soeasy to stay locked inside my office for the rest of the day, but the rest of the world doesn’t stop turning just because mine has.
Aiden sent me an email with some security footage over an hour ago, but I still haven’t brought myself to look at it. I already know it’s going to be another dead end.
Cormac has been gone for weeks now, and no one, not one single person, seems to know where the hell he is.
Every contact and ally I can think of has been on the lookout for Cormac, and every day I hear of a sighting or a lead that ends up going nowhere.
“Screw this.” I pour myself another drink and take it over to my desk to finally open up the file Aiden sent on my laptop.
I watch it half a dozen times, zooming in on the flickering image of a man leaving a seedy motel on the south side of the city.
He looks around the same height and build as Cormac, and if you take a shot and squint, you could almost convince yourself it was him.
But it’s not.
“Not even close.” I slam the laptop shut.
I’ve retraced Cormac’s every step from the last bar he was seen in to the safe house he stopped by. I even managed to track down the woman he was supposedly seeing, but I still have found nothing. It’s like he evaporated off the face of the earth. And the longer he’s missing, the worse the possibilities become.
