Chapter 51
Brody
The next morning, light slips beneath my eyelids, and the feel of a cool morning breeze rushes over me. Och, she opened the doors to the balcony. Hand feeling around, I find a pillow and place it over my head. “Give me another hour, Justice. I’ll be up.”
“Stay in bed, Brody,” Justice murmurs, tracing her finger over my pec. “You’re not up. I’ve been up for a while.”
I lift the pillow, eyes still closed. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Like a baby. Like you,” she replies, running a palm over my stomach. “I slept all the way through last night. First time in forever. I kept telling myself to get up and start breakfast, but as you can see, I’m preoccupied.”
“Climb under the sheets.” I pause, gulping down the desire to call her hen. “I’ve got something that will keep ye preoccupied till tomorrow.”
“Hmmm, sounds amazing.” She groans. “Before we return to the festivities of your lethal weapon, I’m hungry. There’s food in the kitchen, right?”
“Aye, a little of this, a wee bit of that.”
“Well, stay here. This is our first uncomplicated morning together—after all the sex we’ve had.”
“Lass.”
“Yes?”
“Go make me food, woman.”
“Hey, I can play petty just like you. Keep it up. I’ll have you set the table and brew coffee.”
When she leaves, I lie back on the pillow, blinking at the ceiling.
“This relationship shite is bloody fecking brilliant.” I fist pump the air. I’d have not done this any sooner. Justice Flowers crashed into my world at just the right time.
About thirty minutes later, the scent of bangers and eggs wafts through the open double doors. I get up from bed, pushing into a pair of house shoes. I don’t mind walking around naked, but it's unacceptable to have my cold feet on the floor.
I’m heading for the bedroom door when my cellphone goes off. It’s time to turn that thing off for the day.
“Och, Blythe.” I chew my lip, accepting the call. “Whadaya have for me, cousin?”
“Bawbag Hank has connected with the Cuban cartel. They—”
“That’s nothing. They’ve had those associates when we had trouble getting our own connections together, Blythe. Give me something that suggests there’s a breach in our alliance. Something that will get me out of this fecking mess.”
“Listen, Brody. Ye’re off yer fecking heidif ye think I have some sort of smoking gun. Something of that magnitude would mean we need to break all ties with the McFarlands. Ye understand that?”
“I do. And that is exactly wit the feck I wanna do.” I shove my hand through my hair.
“Brody, you told me—”
“To put out feelers.”
“I have! Uncle Brody and Aunt Nan—”
“My parents. My problem, Blythe. Soon as ye give me something, soon as I’ll tell my entire clan. Ewan McFarland has lost it. We all know this. As soon as we find out the lines he’s crossed, the better.”
“Let me ask ye, cousin. Name the difference between yer way of doing things and Leith’s, eh?”
I hang up, power off the phone, and drop it into my dresser drawer. “Good riddance.”
I’ve nae time for Clan McFarland. My woman had reminded me how we had finally gotten our morning together. Our first morning was botched when Da had the meeting. The second one, I ruined again by leaving for Scotland. I’ll make the best of it. I stretch my arms, baws swinging as I descend the steps of my home.