I’ve never been good at apologies. I always figured sweeping things under the rug works just as well.
But now that Lorcan has betrayed us, it’s more important than ever that my brothers and I have an iron-strong bond, and the only way we can achieve that is if I apologize. So, I swallow my pride and look Cormac dead in the eyes.
“Cormac… I’m… Fuck, I’m not good at this.” I rub at the stubble coating my jaw. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry. I should have trusted you from the start. I let anger cloud my judgment, and I let it push you away, which meant Lorcan could weasel himself in.”
Cormac shakes his head, a weak but knowing smile crossing his face. “We all got blindsided.”
“It never should have happened?—”
“The only thing that matters is that we now know who the snake is. What’s done is done.”
I let out a slow breath.
For the first time in days, a spark of control returns.
Lorcan may have set all this in motion, but we’re not powerless. Not anymore.
“So, can I get that apology in writing or what?” Cormac has a wicked glint in his tired eyes.
“You know, I think I preferred you when you were comatose.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
RILEY
A few days later,once everything finally calms down and Ciara and the twins are home from the hospital, Kieran tells me to pack a bag.
That’s it. No other instructions.
When I try to demand details, like if I need to pack a swimsuit or layers, he only replies by telling me that he would prefer if I packed no clothes at all, which gives me an idea of what he might have in mind…
When we pull up outside a five-star hotel overlooking the city, my jaw practically hits the floor.
I turn to him as he hands the keys to the valet. “Kieran, you didn’t have to do all this.”
“I wanted to. We deserve a night away, just us.” He guides me inside with a hand on the small of my back.
The suite he booked looks like something out of a movie, with floor-to-ceiling windows that give us the perfect view of the skyline as the sun starts to set. There’s even a table set with a bottle of sparkling cider, two glasses, and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries, and a bed big enough to get lost in.
My heart swells.
I don’t think anyone has ever gone to this much trouble to do something nice for me.
My phone buzzes.
“No phones,” Kieran says, but I ignore him, opening up the text from Ciara and grinning at the photo of the twins she sent through.
“I miss them already,” I sigh, and Kieran laughs.
“Please tell me the first thing you’renotdoing on our romantic getaway is checking in on the twins.”
I shoot him a glare. “I know they’re not my babies, but I just want to make sure Ciara is okay.”
“You saw her an hour ago.”
“So?”
“So, she has Ronan and Elena and Mila all helping, and knowing my brother, I’m sure she’s being treated like a queen.”
