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“There is a locked front door. And there’ve been no sightings of Alan. I’m sure he’s lost interest. You told me that happened before.”

“Davey will drive you wherever you want to go. Stay with you when you’re out. I’ll not be swayed on that.”

“Fine. I need to ask Georgia for the okay to stay here.”

“I’ll handle that. It’s as good as done.”

“What did you say to her to get her to be so cooperative?”

He grinned. “She and her husband are the majority owners of this place, so she can bend the rules.”

“I know, but she usually doesn’t.”

“They love to gamble. Finn says they’re regulars. I happened to mention he is my cousin, and he’d be happy to treat them to a weekend in the VIP suite. Perhaps the same in Niagara Falls—he’ll call in a favor there. I also mentioned front-row spots to see Una sing. She was almost salivating. I think you’ll find her much more agreeable to many things.”

I rolled my eyes. “Poor Finn.”

“Don’t be daft. He was too happy to do it. Don’t you get it, Autumn? You’re not alone now. You have all of us.” His eyes crinkled as he held back a laugh. “A trio of Irish mobsters to ease your life.”

I slapped his arm, and he pulled me close. “Now, I think someone mentioned hot sex with one of those mobsters? The impatient bastard.”

“Sully, we can’t.”

He ran his mouth down my neck, swirling his tongue at the juncture. “Think of it, lass. I doubt this place has ever had someone defile it. Totally sexless.”

“It’s a care home, you pervert,” I muttered, trying not to laugh.

“The counters in the kitchen look pretty sturdy. We could baptize them.”

He was lifting me, even as I protested. Even as my hand yanked on his belt. I couldn’t resist him. I wasn’t sure I ever could.

Sully stood in front of me, his voice low and serious.

“You keep in touch with Finn and Niall.”

“I will.”

“The girls want to help. You let them.”

I nodded.

“You don’t go anywhere without Davey. Not even the corner store. You keep your phone with you.”

“Okay.”

“You use the numbers I gave you or call Niall when you’re ready for things to go. No lifting heavy shite and hurting yourself.”

I tried not to roll my eyes at that one, but I made a sound that seemed agreeable.

“You call me every goddamn day. Twice a day.”

“Twice?”

“If I don’t hear from you by ten in the morning and three in the afternoon your time, I’m sending someone in.”

“That’s, ah, not necessary.”

“I disagree, and I will not be moved.”