Aidan pshawed, “Declan, you might get a hard-on whenever you see a Titian painting, but we ordinary mortals don’t.
“Eoghan isn’t getting into fashion design for the perks—it’s a control thing.” His measured gaze settled on mine. “Isn’t it?”
My jaw clenched. “I want her to be comfortable.” Not appreciating my defensive stance, I grated out, “I’m surprised you’re not more pissed about Savannah’s side gig.”
Aidan just shrugged. “Savannah does what she wants in her spare time.”
Before I could growl with irritation, Brennan questioned, “You’re not controlling what she can and can’t wear like a Neanderthal? I mean, I’m a Neanderthal too so I can’t judge—”
I shot him a pointed look. “No, you fucking can’t.”
Having overheard way too many conversations between a giggling Inessa and Camille over the years, I knew the shit they were into.
“The doctor’s visits must be killing you,” Conor remarked, taking a deep sip of what appeared to be—
Jesus H. Christ.
Was that orange juice with absinthe?
I didn’t bother shuddering at the sight.
“The visits are harder than I’d like,” was all I’d admit to.
“Even with your woman doctor?” Brennan questioned, arching a brow at me.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Look, is this an intervention or can I leave at any time?”
“Intervention,” Aidan scoffed. “Does this look like we’re on Maury?”
“Who the fuck is Maury?” Brennan demanded.
Aidan folded his arms over his chest. “Help me out, Declan.”
Sheepishly, Dec retorted, “Watching fuckups fuck up things even fucking more is cathartic when you’ve been shot, are in a hospital bed, and Netflix ain’t available.”
“It’s a talk show,” Aidan explained to Brennan who still looked confused.
“Oh.” Brennan gave a mock shudder. “I’d never watch that crap.”
My lips curved. “If Camille wanted to, you would.” Under my breath, I muttered, “Whipped.”
Brennan chuckled. “And you’re not? Mister ‘I wanna be my wife’s personal shopper?’”
“For a reason.”
“What reason?” Aidan asked, clapping me on the back.
“Because I want to.”
“That’s not a reason. Anyway, what was with the whole ‘I’ll give you up if it’s in your best interests’ BS? You know if you give her up, she’ll go and play house with some other bastard, don’t you? Beautiful woman like her—”
I couldn’t help it. I saw red. It bloomed before my eyes, taking over everything else until the only option left to me was to react.
Aidan didn’t stand a chance.
His knee be fucking damned.
My fist slammed into his nose and he went down like a house of cards.