Eyes twinkling, I replied, "I remember, Aoife. You’re talking about the hotel where there are fines if crimes happen on its grounds?"
"Yup. The Victoria is that."
"No way."
"Way."
I gaped at her. "How did you find that out?"
"My next-door neighbor shot at one of my guards. The management sent me a bouquet of flowers, apologized, and told me a fine had been administered.
"When I asked Finn what kind of fine they were talking about, he explained it to me."
I snagged a piece of cake from one of the plates and asked, "I'm in a murder hotel."
"I think the point is for there to be no murders," Camille teased.
"You know what I mean." I wafted my fork in the air. "What does that have to do with using the suite for the afternoon?"
"The management is well aware of our current familial situation. I don’t think they want a shoot-out in the main dining hall."
"Good point." I frowned. "Aidan's quelled most of the 'rebellion.'"
"Think they're erring on the side of caution." She hitched a shoulder. "Whatever, when I booked a table, they informed me the suite was available."
"Do you miss it?"
After Aoife's miscarriage, the family had moved out of their penthouse and into the hotel. Paddy was using their old place as his digs when he was in the city, and they'd been in this suite until their move to the brownstone.
"I miss room service," she admitted dryly. "But no. I didn't mean to stay so long, but the more we were here, the tougher it was to move out.
"Finn hated it. Security reasons. I think..."
"You think?" Camille queried with a raised brow.
"I think that I might have been channeling Savannah."
I blinked. "Me?"
"Yes. You know, being a brat?" Though I pulled a face, I didn't interrupt as she said, "I might have been trying to punish him.
"You owe me an apology, by the way."
"Why? What have I done now?"
"Finn's been butt-hurt ever since you clocked him on the head on Sunday."
My lips twitched. "It was by accident."
"I'm sure it was. Doesn't take away his headache," she grouched.
Nose crinkling, I admitted, "If it makes it any better, he could have shot me in the head."
Aela blurted out, "Jesus, Savannah! How does that make it better?"
Aoife's eyes were wide. "Are you being serious?"
I shrugged. "Yes."