“I think I should tell them no comment.”
I waved him off. “Tell them yes, it’s serious.”
“Sir?”
“The relationship between my former stepsister and Kieran O’Rourke is serious.”
“You want me to tell them that?”
“I damn sure don’t speak to hear myself talk.” I ground my teeth together, reined in my patience. “It’s the only thing that’ll slow them down.”
“Shall I quote you on it?”
“No. You can tell them it came from a source within O’Rourke Financial.”
“So am I lying when I say that? Or…”
“Or it doesn’t matter,” I snapped.
“I apologize.”
“Don’t apologize,” I muttered. “It makes you sound weak.”
He chuckled. “So you say.”
I waited for Blake to leave before sending a text to Kieran, giving him a heads up. If the press was stalking me, they were most certainly stalking Kieran. We’d been the object of tabloid fodder for years. I figured it would only heat up with Emily in the picture now. And if all went the way I planned, they would shift their attention to the Irish billionaire and the Delta June’s heiress and leave me out of it.
At least for the time being.
As I’d expected, Kieran arrived in my office an hour later.
“Did they request for comment?” he inquired, strolling into the room, hands tucked casually in his pockets, his suit jacket pulled back from the move.
“I told Blake to confirm that it’s serious.”
“Which part?”
“It was a blanket statement,” I lied.
Kieran’s blue eyes narrowed. “Laying claim publicly won’t satisfy them. It doesn’t solve the problem.”
Since Kieran didn’t even know what the problem was, I had nothing to say to that.
“There’s no sense denying it.” I stood from my desk, walked around it. “They’ll figure it out soon enough. The last thing I want is for Emily to be stalked by paparazzi.”
“Too late for that.”
I leaned against my desk, waited for him to elaborate, although I already knew what he was going to say.
“I noticed a couple this morning when I escorted her to Delta June’s.”
It looked as though my anonymous tip had been verified.
“Did you instruct her not to leave the office without Chris?” I asked, referring to the driver/bodyguard I’d hired to keep her safe.
“No.”
I cocked an eyebrow.
