Page 19 of Niall

“I have to agree.” I cleared my throat. “And our guy said he was wearing red sneakers. The same ones we saw Juan wearing with the tiger embroidery.”

“Another clue pointing to the right conclusion.” Finn was quiet for a moment. “He was shot. I saw him go down. It has to be him.”

“Too close not to be.”

“Have you told Anna?”

“Not yet. I will later. It might help her relax, knowing he’s not out there.”

“I’m going to talk to her later about my idea. Tell her she can stay in a room here until she’s on her feet and feels safe to live elsewhere.”

I rotated my shoulders. “Yeah, about that. She doesn’t need the room.”

Finn did the eyebrow lift. “Oh, why is that?”

“She can have Mum’s room.”

The bastard smirked. “You mean the adjoining room to yours?”

“She’d feel safer being beside me. It’s private—she can keep the door locked. But I’d be close if she needed me.”

“Will it be locked on your side?” he asked, still amused.

I narrowed my eyes in warning. “I’m doing this because she is Una’s friend. To help.”

“Right. Of course. Una’s friend. To help.”

I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “I haven’t shot anyone for a few days now, Finn. My finger is suddenly feeling itchy. You want to risk it?”

He wasn’t the least bit worried, instead pointing to the monitor.

“She’s lovely, Niall. Intelligent. Sweet. Roisin would love her.”

“I don’t do relationships, Finn. I’m simply doing my part.”

“So, you’re not attracted to her?”

I opened my mouth to tell him off, but he waved his finger at me. “Truth.”

“You can’t help but be attracted to her,” I huffed. “She’s incredible. But not for me. I’m not interested in something serious. And she’s the serious sort of girl.”

He picked up his phone and scrolled through it.

“What are you doing?” I asked, annoyed.

“Marking today on my calendar.”

“What the hell for?”

“I’ll be reminding you of this stupid conversation, and I want you to know the date you denied how you feel.”

“I can’t deny something that’s not there.”

“You have no feelings for her?” he asked. “None?”

“Aside from concern, no,” I lied. But I was unable to stop myself from checking the monitor again.

“Well then, working with her, sleeping that close, shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”