“When the doctor said she did what Sean told her, you smirked.”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Yeah, you did. You have a secret, and I want to know it.”
“Yeah, that’s what Paddy thinks.”
My insides go cold, the teasing smile dropping off my face. Of course they all think I’m some sort of spy. DoesSeamusthink that?
“I should go do laundry or something,” I say jerkily, sliding off the barstool and quickly exiting the kitchen.
I get halfway down the hallway when I remember that the cleaning service came yesterday, so there is no laundry to be done. Sighing, I alter my course, walking into the living room and sinking into the large sofa.
Tucking my feet under me, I flip through my poetry book, unable to read a single word, my mind a jumble.
Seamus and I have been talking while we sit together in his office at Oracle, but not saying anything of note. Mainly stuff about our house or television shows. He doesn’t give a lot away. He’s very guarded.
He doesn’t talk about his crew and any jobs or anything. Sometimes we chat about Oracle, but mainly the bars and stocktake. We don’t talk about the strippers or Connor’s high-stakes poker tables upstairs.
We don’t talk about anything you wouldn’t want a spy to know. Oh my God. Seamus thinks I’m a spy. I have no idea how I’m supposed to contact anyone to hand over information.
My heart sinks into my chest at the idea. Just when I thought things were looking good between my husband and me, it feels like we’re back to square one. Despite all the kissing and tenderness, he only acts like that to keep his enemies closer.
I stare at the same sentence, reading it for the tenth time. Liam’s head pokes around the door, a frown across his face. It clears when he sees me, and he strides in, dropping down beside me with a sigh.
He pokes me in the side when I don’t acknowledge him, as I did to him in the kitchen.
“Can you keep a secret?”
I glance over at him in surprise, my eyes narrowing at the earnest look on his face. Is this some kind of test? Like, if I say yes, I’m clearly a spy who is pumping him for information?
I bristle at the idea of him testing me. “Even if I couldn’t keep a secret, who would I tell? I don’t see anyone but the Irish and their employees,” I say sullenly, turning my eyes back to my page.
“Sean and the doc are fucking,” Liam says with a grin. “That’s why she does what he tells her.”
I glance over at him in surprise. I don’t think he was supposed to tell me that. This isdefinitelya test.
“So why doesn’t she like me?”
Liam snorts, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Um, excuse me? That’smycoffee table.
“Because Sean might fuck her, but he’d never marry her. You’re an outsider who made it to the inner circle. Of course she doesn’t like you.”
“So she’s just some jealous bitch?” I frown. Liam grins across at me.
“Yeah.”
Ugh, what is this? High school? I don’t have time for cliques. I’m trying to navigate a world where my husband’s crew, and probably my husband, don’t trust me.
Liam grins over at me again. Glaring at him, I shove his feet to the ground.
“Don’t put your feet up on my furniture.”
“You’refeet are on the furniture.”
“It’smyfurniture.”
His eyes narrow. “You know, you’re starting to get really bossy.”