78. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
Eoghan and I spend an entire week in Reno. Mom is already walking around the rehab facility with the help of a private nurse.
We make love every night. Foreplay is me reading my book out loud while he strokes my clit to a fever, or he reads, and I give him head.
It feels like we’re living together. Peeled away from our usual worlds, we’re like a normal couple. He’s not off committing crimes, doing scary mafia man things. And I’m not trying to put men like him in jail.
It’s as if we found our Shangri-la, the place where neither of our worlds exist and we can focus on us and nothing that would pull as apart.
We totally work as a couple. As our true selves. Two lawyers, who like talking legal shop as far as cases in the news. And I discover he likes watching legal dramas only to pick apart the plot holes.
But once the real world breaks through, we’ll be separated into opposite corners. That stings my heart. But I don’t know what choice I have.
On the day Mom has her first full physical therapy session, Eoghan gets a call from Balor.
His eyes go wide, and he holds his mouth.
This has nothing to do with his outburst about Cormac earlier in the week because he’s talked to his other brothers on and off about ongoing deals and issues for him to fix.
He doesn’t censor himself around me. He trusts me, and I honor that trust.
But whatever Balor is saying turns him rigid.
Is someone at home hurt? Oh, God, his ma…
When he hangs up, he takes a breath before looking at me.
“Now I know why the Borgias keep asking for a continuance.” Eoghan paces.
No one is hurt in his family. My stomach unclenches. “Why?”
“They have more of a sophisticated firewall network than I thought. But by someone who could trip up Balor. It took him all this time to figure out…”
“Eoghan, you’re scaring me?”
He braces me. “They’ve been firing lawyers to buy time while mercenaries kill your witnesses.”