“Get in line, darling,” I drawled and stalked out of the bar holding her tight.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Thank the gods for those drops. I woke up a little dehydrated but no worse for the wear.
“Oh shit,” I muttered once my eyes focused. “Where’s Moira?”
Rowan pressed a warm kiss to my bare shoulder. “Home. I gave Ethan some of the drops before we went to the bar. Whether he gave them to Moira remains to be seen.”
Evie snickered. “She was furious.”
“Mmm,” he agreed.
“She won’t forgive him.”
Rowan popped his head up and peered at me. “I know she’s your best friend, but her behavior last night was destructive.”
I tilted my head and studied Rowan, suppressing the flash of anger I felt at his judgment. “How so?”
“Kelton is a known player around the Keep. Nothing would have come of those two getting together.”
“Who said Moira wanted anything to come out of it? How is she being destructive? If Kelton is known around the Keep, then women who live here know what they’re getting into when they engage him. Moira isn’t stupid. She’s older than I am by a substantial amount, and she’s single. Hopelessly so. If she wantsto find a distraction, she’s entitled to do so. If anyone comes out of this hurt, I can almost guarantee you it wouldn’t be Moira.”
Rowan blinked. “I—” His lips pressed together. “Damn. I made a snap judgment, didn’t I?”
My eyebrows rose. “Sure did, buddy.”
Rowan snorted. “I apologize. I forget Moira isn’t young. I assumed I knew her when I don’t.”
Even someone like Rowan was prone to making snap judgments when it came to women, but the mark of a good man was knowing when to apologize. My anger faded away, replaced by my worry for Moira.
“If anyone can hurt her, it’s Ethan.” And that’s what I was worried about most. She liked him far more than what was good for her.
But…it sure seemed like Ethan had more interest in her than he should, too. I was dying to know what happened, but it would have to wait for a while. My stomach was growling, and I had a handsome, irresistible gentleman who refused to satisfy me last night because of how much I’d drunk.
I rolled over on top of him. “Stop talking,” I commanded.
“As you wish,” Rowan drawled, his hands already moving.
Moira showedup a few hours later, bleary-eyed and grumpy. Rowan made himself scarce, giving me a meaningful wink before he sailed out the door.
She sank into one of the new kitchen chairs. “Coffee,” she croaked.
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing and poured us both a cup. “Want a grilled cheese?” I asked.
Moira grimaced. “Not right now.” She curled her fingers around the mug. “Ethan left a little while ago.”
My eyebrows rose. I checked my cell phone. “This late?”
She nodded and glared at my look. “Nothing like that. The asshole did a deep dive background check on me and wanted to share what he found.”
I sat back in my chair and exhaled. “Shit,” I breathed. Moira refused to tell me what she used to do for work, only saying it was “investigative” in nature. “How deep?”
Moira grunted. “He doesn’t know everything, but he knows enough.” She scrubbed a hand over her face. “He wants me to work for him.”
I stilled. “You work at the flower shop.” A pause. “When it’s open.” I grimaced. I had to get back to work soon. There were only a few more things to do before we could officially open up shop again.
