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She slid off me, as if she thought I would let her leave. Instead, I pulled her against my chest.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to clean up.”

“Just wait. I’ll take care of you.”

I kissed her temple and moved from beneath her. Walking to the bathroom, I left the door open as I discarded the condom and washed up. With a new warm washcloth, I entered the room and stopped.

How was I here?

What had gone right in my life that I was in bed with a woman like Freyja Malpas?

She laid on the bed, her eyes closed. Her breaths were slow and shallow, and I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. Carefully, I kneeled between her legs and washed her up before finally removing her shoes. When she didn’t stir, I knew she had dozed off.

The smile was involuntary.

I might want to talk with her, but I wouldn’t fault her for drifting off. What we just experienced had the power to wear anyone out. Only, I was more energized than if I’d spent hours in the gym.

And fucking Freyja Malpas was a hell of a lot more fun than being in the gym.

My phone rang from the other room, and I closed the door so the sound wouldn’t disturb her. Looking at the screen, I noted it was three in the morning.

“This better be fuckin’ good,” I hissed into the phone.

“We found him.”

The growl came naturally. “Be specific. There is more than one asshole we’re searching for.”

Cian cleared his throat. “We found the mole.”

“Who the fuck is it?” I asked, reaching for my pants.

“Garritt.”

“Fuck!” I whispered a curse. I looked at the bedroom door where Freyja lay sleeping. I couldn’t leave her without a word, and I didn’t want to wake her up.

“It can wait until morning. Callum has him on ice.”

“Probably literally.”

Cian chuckled on the other side of the line, and I smiled. Callum Malone should have always been the head in New York.But Nolan Kelley charmed Eamon’s daughter and stepped in front of him.

“What time will you be here in the morning?”

“We’re shooting for eight a.m.”

I heard a voice in the background and narrowed my eyes. “You got a woman at your place?”

“What if I have? You’ve got one at yours.”

“Yea, but mine ain’t married,” I countered.

“Neither is mine.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Ci?”

“It’s not your business who I fuck, Dunc.”