Page 130 of Sins of Arrogance

She crosses her arms over her gor­geous tits, her ex­pres­sion muti­nous. “Don’t pre­tend like you don’t know.”

“How about you pre­tend like I don’t know and tell me.” It sounds rea­son­able to me.

Kara doesn’t think so and tries to twist out of my arms. The daft woman is go­ing to fall and break some­thing.

I tighten my hold and start walk­ing to­ward the boathouse. We need pri­vacy and I still want to take her for a ro­man­tic walk on the beach.

My mouth twists at the thought. But I re­mem­ber how im­pressed Kara was when Miceli did that with Róise.

“You told her. I can’t be­lieve you told her.”

“I told who? What?” I pick up my pace un­til I’m jog­ging.

Some­thing is go­ing on with my wife and I need to fig­ure out what.

When we reach the boathouse, I key in the code and let us in. Over­head lights trig­gered by the mo­tion sen­sor go on.

Con­ve­nient for us when we want to use the boathouse at night and an ad­di­tional se­cu­rity mea­sure against any­one gain­ing en­try to the prop­erty from it.

I in­stalled them af­ter my wife and her cousin snuck off the prop­erty to go into the City to cel­e­brate Róise’s 21st birth­day with some friends.

They re­veal the hurt and anger shim­mer­ing in my wife’s hazel eyes.

Con­fused by what could have caused it, I carry her to one of the over­sized arm­chairs and sit down, keep­ing her firmly in my lap.

“Now, ex­plain please.”

“You told Dier­dre about the IVF.”

Shite.

“No, a stór, I did not.”

“Then how did she find out?” Kara de­mands bel­liger­ently.

I sigh. “She read the con­tract.”

“How?”

“My guess is she broke into her fa­ther’s safe.”

“She had no right.”

“I agree. I’ll tell my fa­ther they need to in­crease se­cu­rity.” No way should Dier­dre have ac­cess to con­tracts.

As a woman who will most likely marry out­side the North­side Dublin Syn­di­cate, al­low­ing her ac­cess to sen­si­tive in­tel is un­ac­cept­able.

I’ve ben­e­fit­ted from that weak­ness in their se­cu­rity in the past when she shared what she learned with me. But they need to shore it up now, es­pe­cially if she’s go­ing to marry into the Rus­sian bratva.

Kara shifts on my lap and my body has a pre­dictable re­ac­tion, but her de­meanor says that’s not on.

Not yet, any­way.

“She said you told her.”

“She’s stir­ring trou­ble.”

“Then send her home.”