AELA
THOUGH I’D BITCHED about our first fuck not having an audience of three glorious, stolen paintings, I was in a much better mood after I came.
Which was only natural.
And today was the kind of day where you needed the extra help of a bunch of endorphins and hormones, because my kid’s uncle had been shot, my childhood sweetheart had to kill a man and lame another, the Feds had been at the hospital and were sniffing around Declan and Brennan for interviews, which could easily turn into something more if they decided Declan’s offense wasn’t self-defense, and…
Well, yeah.
It had been a long day.
Still, Declan had given me
AELAAS I RUBBED my hair dry, I watched Declan as he started to stride from one side of the bedroom to the other. I knew he was on the phone with Conor, and the reason I was listening in was because I’d heard him mention Caro’s name a few times. As well as a couple of curse words in reference to her.My childhood was too deeply ingrained in me to think of her as anything other than a pig, but I was infinitely curious about why Declan was so pissed. Caro had been investigating me and my clients, a case that had disappeared thanks to the four-grand-an-hour attorney the family had procured for me, so I wasn’t sure why she should be causing the O’Donnellys much of an issue.Trouble
CONORTHE SECOND MY computer screen went blank, I knew what had happened.“Goddammit,” I groused under my breath, unsurprised when bright green text flashed onto it.I swore, this bitch had a Matrix obsession—only ever did things in black and green.Lodestar: **I know what you did last summer.**aCooooig: **I’m not Freddie Prinze Jr.**Lodestar: **Shame. Always had a crush on him.**aCooooig: **There a reason you hijacked my hardware?**Lodestar: **Fun?**aCooooig: **Fuck. U.**Lodestar: **Ouch. You trying to hurt my feelings?**
TWENTY-EIGHTSEAMUSI’D NEVER BEEN to Coney Island before, and after today, I knew I’d never go again.Ever.Again.The place was tainted. Absolutely wrecked. And not just for my memory banks.At first, I hadn’t known what was happening.We’d been walking on the boardwalk while Mom and I were eating ice cream that melted down our hands. It had been like any other day out. I’d been with her to the beach so many times, eaten ice cream with her so many times, but it was cool to be here.New York City was my place.My home.I wasn&
DECLANHAVE your eyes ever met someone’s across a crowded room?Have you ever looked into that person’s eyes, and somehow known you were theirs?That they were yours?I was fifteen when that happened to me.It wasn’t the first and only time it happened either. It kept on happening, only with the same guy. Over and over and over, it occurred.Our eyes would connect, and it was like the sun would peep out from behind the clouds on a dull day.I knew it sounded like nonsense, but it actually wasn’t.Every time my gaze was captured by Declan O’Donnelly’s, I knew we were meant to be together.That was what made things so awkward.I wasn’t his.He wasn’t mine.He was my best friend’s.
AEOLA“YOU’RE SHITTING ME.”It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.A statement because I knew Brennan was joking. He had to be, didn’t he?Of course, there was massive concern over the fact that he was the one imparting this news to me.After all, Brennan rarely joked.It wasn’t that he was somber, it was that he saw the world a little differently. There was nothing wrong with that considering the world we lived in was a shower of shit, but still, he wasn’t easily amused.And he’d never laugh or joke about the fact that I had a son out there.A son I’d fathered with Aela O’Neill.My throat tightened at the memories of her. She’d been the one who got away. The one I’d loved. Who I’d let get away.At the
DECLAN“YOU’RE SHITTING ME.”It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.A statement because I knew Brennan was joking. He had to be, didn’t he?Of course, there was massive concern over the fact that he was the one imparting this news to me.After all, Brennan rarely joked.It wasn’t that he was somber, it was that he saw the world a little differently. There was nothing wrong with that considering the world we lived in was a shower of shit, but still, he wasn’t easily amused.And he’d never laugh or joke about the fact that I had a son out there.A son I’d fathered with Aela O’Neill.My throat tightened at the memories of her. She’d been the one who got away. The one I’d loved. Who I’d let
AELABEFOREIN MY PLAID skirt with its box pleats, a crisp linen shirt, and a heavy jacket, I felt more than just stupid. I looked it too. My squeaky leather shoes had these tiny tassels on them, for God’s sake. Throw in the knee socks, and I looked like a character from some weird show.I wasn’t used to wearing a uniform. Back before Dad’s promotion, I’d just worn regular clothes at my regular school. Then I’d had to move to St. Mary’s Middle School for Girls, and we were now being shunted off to St. John’s High. St. Mary’s had been bad enough with its ankle-length skirts, but, and I knew this was horrendous, it hadn’t mattered at St
AELANOWWHEN SEAMUS’S head popped up at the door opening, I grinned at him.He’d just turned fourteen, and while he was a precocious pain in my ass because he was a teenager, and he’d been overridden with hormones that made him a jerk, he was mine.I was proud of him.I mean, I’d known that before this whole shitstorm, but to be honest, I felt it even more so now.I’d done this.On my own.I’d not only helped give birth to this wonderful kid with zero support system, but he was smart, well-rounded, and a good boy. He worked hard, was conscientious,