Page 72 of Forbidden Bond
“And we’re just okay with—”
“We’ll talk about it later. You’re a good girl, Macushla.”
And the line went quiet.
She exhaled. “Your dad is fine, your brother is fine.”
“How do I know that?” Imogen asked. “Can I see them?”
“No, I’ll ask your dad to call you. I don’t have access to Ford, but he’s working with us, he’s fine.”
“Working with you? As in working with the McDades?”
“Aye.”
Every time she used that word, she shivered in a private place only accessible to Conn. Shit, just the thought of him…
“Jagg doesn’t—he knows everything Ford’s into,” Imogen said. “He doesn’t know anything about this.”
“You and Jagg should look after each other. We’ll take care of your dad and Ford.”
Her reassurance didn’t do its job.
Imogen couldn’t shake whatever was putting the concern on her face. “After all we’ve been through, you don’t trust me?”
“There’s nothing to worry about. With technology these days, we get used to being connected, in constant communication, but it’s not needed. You have my word they’re good.”
Because she trusted Conn’s word.
“Dad’s been off the radar this week, him and Lach,” Imogen said. “I get they don’t like that I’m with Jagg…”
“That’s not what—no, that’s not it. Don’t read into this. Your dad, Ford, and Lach are completely…”
Except she couldn’t finish that sentence because she didn’t have an accurate answer on the last guy. Just where was Lach exactly? Maybe she should take a page from Imogen’s book and check her own backyard.
“Sersha?” Imogen asked.
Steeple came in. “Shit, you two are trying to kill me.” He set her in his sights. “You got Tulip sucking Ire’s cock too?”
That jarred her back to the moment, that and Imogen’s accompanying shocked inhale.
“I missed that threesome.” Wit was her only weapon, if she went for the other one—named Daly—someone would end up in jail… or hospital. “You know what it’s like screwing bad boys. One orgy becomes like the next… they all run together.”
“You can’t say that to her,” Imogen said, doing the offense thing.
“She wouldn’t set the McDades on me for my idiot mouth.”
Though when her boss’s eyes met hers, they maybe weren’t so sure about that. And, yeah, perhaps she let a sly smile slink upward, leaving him wondering.
“I don’t mean because of that.” Imogen got in front of her to challenge Steeple. “You think if you said that about me and Jagg, he’d be okay with it?”
Why would Steeple say that about Tulip? It wasn’t an actual question, he was making a point, she got that. Still, it came from something.
“Because of the new story?” she asked her boss. “It’s a good story.”
“Yeah, and a good redirect from the whole contract killing thing.”
“Contract killing?” Imogen asked, whirling around to take them both in. “Who are we killing?”
