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Story: Duncan
Lucille had never steered me wrong. I had no reason to believe that would suddenly change now.
Waking up in bed with a Bourbon King was not on my freaking bingo card! Thankfully, I still had all my clothes on!
Scrambling from the bed, I went in search of my sister. Finding her sitting at the table in the kitchen, I glared at her.
“What the hell, Athena?”
“Oh relax, nothing happened,” Devlyn explained. “Your virtue is still intact. Well, as much as it was before you slept withWorm.” And while I was happy with that bit of news, I was not happy with the two bitches who were laughing at me.
“Why did you let me drink?”
“Because you need to relax.”
“Relax? How can I relax when everything is riding on this weekend? This is my chance, Athena.”
My sister sighed. Next to her, Devlyn snickered.
“What? What aren’t you telling me?”
The two women I thought loved me looked at each other conspiratorially.
“You may as well tell her. She won’t stop acting like a lunatic until she knows.” Devlyn took a sip of her juice. She kept her gaze from me, so I knew something was up.
“Tell me what?” I demanded.
“If I tell you, will you relax and at least try to have some fun?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I narrowed my eyes at my sister. “I am your older sister. Tell me what you know.”
Devlyn spit her juice out on the table before throwing her head back and laughing.
“Athena!”
“Oh, alright. You won’t meet him until the ball.”
“The ball? That isn’t until Tuesday! Why did we come down here three days before?”
Athena stood from her chair and walked over to the sink. Rinsing her cup, she placed it in the sink and then turned to look at me.
“Because you need to loosen up.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Duncan
“He fuckin’ shot me!”
I rolled my eyes at Ronan McGuire as he sat on the hospital bed while the doctor stitched him up.
“It was barely a graze. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead.”
Ronan growled, and I reminded him, “You asked me to bring him.”
“I didn’t think he’d shoot me. Jesus Christ, it’s been five fuckin’ years. He needs to let that shit go.”
“Would you?” I asked as I leaned against the wall in the doctor’s office. Dr. Marks was a family friend who knew how to keep his mouth shut.
Still, I waited until he was done and had left the room before asking Ronan what I needed to know.
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