Her scowl danced between her brother and me. “You’re talking about the ridiculous number of guards I have that you think I haven’t noticed?”
“Se,” was my silky retort.
“That’s for another day,” she dismissed. “Think Aidan will mind us being early, Lucas?”
“I think he’d prefer it.”
“Good. I can’t stick around waiting. The nerves will kill me.”
“We don’t need an escort, Frasier,” I insisted as he made to join us. “Just tap in the code and that’ll be fine.”
“I have my orders,” Lucas countered, stepping into the elevator with us.
“Is Savannah at home?”
“Why?”
“Just answer the damn question,” I snapped.
“No. She’s out.”
Good.
I knew how Savannah O’Donnelly could get when she had the bit between her teeth—the last thing I wanted to discuss was that favor I owed her.
Aidan loomed in the foyer as the elevator doors opened. His expression was blank but his eyes werenot. They flickered over us and settled on the obvious tension between Lucas and me.
Aidan aimed his greeting at me. “Welcome to my home, Custanzu.”
“Thank you for agreeing to let us visit on your day off, Aidan.”
Kitty, warily, stepped into the vestibule. “I’m sorry we’re disturbing you?—”
“I’m sure what you have to share will make up for the interruption.” The tone said ‘it had better.’ But I appreciated that he didn’t go out of his way to freak her the fuck out. “Please—” He made a sweeping gesture with his arm. “—follow me.”
The three of us traipsed after him toward a study that, despite having at least eight windows, was surprisingly dark. He guided Kitty into a leather club chair while I seated myself beside her. Lucas remained by the door.
As Aidan took a seat behind a glass monster of a desk, he questioned, “Drinks?”
“Water for me, please,” Kitty rasped.
“Scotch. Straight.”
As Aidan flicked a look at Lucas, who puttered around behind us, he asked, “What’s this about, Catriona?”
“Kitty,” she corrected. “We’re friends here, Aidan.”
My lips twitched, but Aidan only narrowed his eyes. “Fine.Kitty. What’s the reason for your visit?”
Lucas placed a crystal tumbler in front of her and after sipping some of the water, she murmured, “Eva Martinez wanted me to tell you who was behind Dead To Me’s assassination attempt.”
Aidan bridged his hands on his stomach. “What makes her think I don’t already know?”
“I’m not sure. But she contacted me to set up a meeting between you and, and, well,them?—”
“I don’t understand why they’d involve you.”
“I met Eva and her husband when I was in Cancún.”
