“Retrograde amnesia like Cin said, do you think?” he asked quietly. It didn’t come as a surprise that he’d taken note of what Kat had gone through.
“Could be. She had the same look in her eyes as when she had a nightmare. But worse.”
He cupped the ball of my shoulder. “Do you want to spend the night here? Have her sleep over instead of going back to West Orange?”
For a woman who was used to depending on herself, who was slowly embracing that she wasn’t just a team of one anymore, how he blew down my barriers continued to stun me. His offer was enough to make me tighten my arms around his waist and hug him in gratitude.
“Would you mind? Would Aoife and Finn?” I whispered.
“Why would they care? This place is massive.”
“She might…” I grimaced.
“Wet the bed?”
“She used to when she had a nightmare.”
Conor pursed his lips in contemplation. “Do you want to head back to West Orange? Have her spend the night somewhere she knows she’s safe?”
“No. We’re already delaying things by spending the night.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have a bad feeling…”
“About?”
“Troy.”
“I’ve accessed her phone records. We could call her and warn her that we’re coming?”
I bit my lip, the need to—
Crap, I didn’t even know.
I just had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Granted, it had only been triggered by Kat’s visceral reaction to something as simple as being told she had some new family members, but…
“What is it?”
“Maybe Aoife has some sheets or something for Jake? For when he has accidents?”
He frowned at the abrupt change of conversation. “Yeah. Of course. If not, we can buy some.”
“Right. I just don’t want her to feel humiliated, and maybe,” I muttered, “she could stay here while we go and visit Troy? She’d be safe here, right?”
“I installed the security system and you put the firewall through your paces during mock runs last spring. It’s probably more secure than a vault.”
A relieved breath escaped me. “Yeah. You’re right. We locked your code up tight.”
“We did, and I worked on the system with Eoghan too. It’s pretty much a fortress. Plus, there are guards. We bought the building next door so they’re on the ground.”
“Really? That seems excessive.”
He just shrugged. “The past year has proven we need to have guards.”
“You don’t have any.”
“I have you,” he teased, which made me laugh.
“Stop making me smile,” I argued, wiping a hand over my twitching lips.