“You don’t sound convinced.”
“You can never be too careful.”
“That’s why we still need to be proactive and stay on top of this.”
“And I think I know how you can do just that.”
I frown. “How?”
“With the date and location of Sean’s next weapons delivery.”
My grip tightens on the phone. “How the hell did you get that?”
“Let’s just say I’ve got an insider who owed me a favor. This is your shot, Kieran. I suggest you make it count.”
My uncle understands me. Understands the need to show the world I’m not second best. Like him, I was born a little too late to be of importance, but that doesn’t mean I’m not as worthy.
“I’ve got it under control.”
“Good.” He hangs up.
I stare at the screen for a long beat.
Could this finally be my chance to show my family that I’m an asset rather than a liability?
I barely getthe front door shut before Riley launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and clinging to me like she’s been starved of touch for days.
Her mouth finds mine in a rush of warmth, and I can’t help but smirk against her lips.
“What’s all this about?” I brush a strand of hair back from her face.
Her smile turns coy as she looks up at me under her lashes.
“I missed you, that’s all.”
I chuckle low in my chest as I pull her tighter against me.
“Yeah? I missed you too. More than you know.” I dip my head and kiss her again, but slower this time. “Maybe I can take you upstairs and show you just how much?”
She laughs, breathless already. “I like the sound of that.”
My hand has barely skimmed the curve of her hip when my phone buzzes in my pocket.
The timing couldn’t be worse, and Riley groans loudly, dropping her forehead against my chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Glancing at the screen, I swallow a curse as I see Brennan’s name.
I almost let it go to voicemail, but I know my brother. He wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important.
“I’m sorry, dove.” I press a kiss to Riley’s hair before stepping out of her arms to answer the call. “This better be good.”
“Did you know Oscar and Cormac knew each other?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I ran facial recognition on the CCTV from outside Cormac’s place in New York,” Brennan says, calm but edged. “Guess who popped up,twice?”
My gut twists as I glance at Riley.
