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Henry, Jonah, and Colin have been with us for over a decade now, becoming more like family than bodyguards or employees. Especially sinceweweren’t the one paying them or giving them any kind of direction.
Henry is like a brother to me, and I can’t imagine what life would be like without him.
But Jonah fell for Torin’s supposed-to-be fiancée, huh? That’s juicy.
I glance at Henry.
He doesn’t look shocked by any of this.
Which means he knew about Jonah and Linnea.
I roll my eyes. Of course he did. He always knows this shit way before I do. I’m certain he knows a bunch of stuff I have no clue about.
I’m cool with that. The less I know, the less I have to be worried about or responsible for.
He meets my gaze and lifts a brow.
That’s his way of asking how I am.
I lift a shoulder. I just got engaged and dumped in the space of about three minutes, but I’m good.
In a very unusual display of emotion, Jonah practically jumps to his feet. “Yes.Fuckyes.” He’s around the table and stalking toward Linnea a second later.
I tip my head toward Jonah, Linnea, and Diarmuid where the king is clearly trying to wrap his head around what’s going on and Linnea is confessing her love and Jonah has her face in his hands, professing his love as well, then kissing her.
Henry just nods.
Yep, he knew about it.
Can’t believe he didn’t tell me.
I glance around. Who else is sleeping with someone in this room that I don’t know about?
“Our families will always be united in heart and spirit, and in the good works we do together,” Linnea is saying to the king, pulling my attention back to their little drama.
“Oh,” he says, patting her cheek. “Of course. But we can still be united by marriage,and,” he says, looking around at the group again, “by blood.”
I do not like the sound ofthat. I frown. “What the hell does that mean?” I ask.
“A child, of course,” Diarmuid says.
Of course? What am I missing? Are we talking heirs here? I mean I’m sure Torin and Abigail have been practicing. They’ve only been together for a few months and married for a few hours. Though my grandfather is not known for his patience.
“Fiona has a child,” I say, pointing at my niece.
Saoirse grins at me.
Diarmuid’s smile for his great-granddaughter is one none of the rest of us ever see. It’s full of such genuine love and pride, it makes my eyes widen.
“Yes, she’s an O’Grady. Potentially an heir to the throne. But not an Olsen,” Diarmuid says.
So, he’snotconcerned about heirs to the throne?
“The agreement doesn’t say anything about an O’Grady-Olsen child,” my sister points out.
“We assumed that would naturally come of the marriage,” Diarmuid says. “And more than one child would be lovely. But yes, at least one.”
“So…” Henry finally speaks up. “That’s all moot now, though. I don’t think Jonah’s going to let Linnea have Cian’s baby.”