The hostess bowed her head and winked out of existence to start
her search.
“There,” Dante said to Meg. She was looking at a photograph he
kept on his desk. “We’ll have someplace to start soon.”
Meg’s face had gone soft as she looked at the picture of four men
in tuxedoes. They were all smiling, with their arms around each
others’ shoulders. Dante knew the photograph well. He’d taken it
himself. “The twins are my cousins. They’re from Ireland.”
Meg nodded and almost reverently touched the picture. “Their
hair is short. It looks good, though. Why are they wearing tuxedoes?
And who are the other men? Do they have other brothers here?”
Dante was used to women drooling over his very attractive
cousins. No one paid him a bit of attention when Beck and Ci were
around. It gave him great pleasure to tell her where the picture had
been taken. “Nope. Just a sister. Those men are Beck and Cian’s
husbands. I took that picture at their commitment ceremony.”
Meg’s eyes widened, and she dragged him forward by the neck of
his T-shirt. Her teeth were clenched and she shook him lightly. “You
have to get me out of here. This isn’t my home. I don’t like it here.
Everything is wrong here.”
“Jeez,” Dante said, holding his hands up in submission. “I’m
working on it, babe. Why don’t you go upstairs? I have an apartment
up there. You can take the bed. I’m going to stay up and play with this
a little more. I don’t sleep much at night, anyway.”
Meg nodded. She looked exhausted. Crazy or not, she’d obviously
had an emotional day. “Thank you, Dante. I really appreciate this. I
know it will work. It has to.”
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