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“Just thinking about the future. When we get home.”

Cara’s eyes searched his face, and her expression softened as she leaned toward him. Her lips were inches from his, her signature, honeysuckle scent curling around him, when her brother barked, “Not while I’m in the car.”

Cara let out a peal of laughter but settled back in her seat. Wes squeezed her fingers, and she scooted across the bench seat to press against him.

CHAPTERFIFTY

“We’re staying in a hotel?”Cara asked, as the SUV pulled up to the curb. She had assumed they’d be going to Siobhan’s. She had been looking forward to one of the woman’s fierce hugs. Anne was the voice of cool reason and good advice, but Siobhan was the one always ready to fight in Cara’s corner. She was capable, smart, and probably even more ruthless than her son.

“I assumed the two of you wanted to stay together,” Declan said, lifting his briefcase off the seat as he climbed from the car.

Cara followed him. “Look at you being all open-minded.”

Declan leveled a glare at her, and she beamed back at him. The circumstances were terrible, but she was happy to be with her brother again.

“Seriously? Staying together would be an issue?” Wes whispered in her ear as they followed Declan through the glass doors. The doorman nodded a welcome and directed several uniformed porters to collect their luggage.

“Siobhan might be divorced from Seamus’s dad, and then had Declan ‘out of wedlock,’ but she still likes to pretend she’s a good Catholic girl.” Cara laughed. “The whole ‘Do as I say… thing.”

“Ah.”

“She’s in Paris this week, but I didn’t think it was appropriate for us to stay there without her,” Declan stated.

A man in a tailored suit came forward to greet them. “Welcome back, Mr. Bloom.”

Cara and Wes hung back while Declan went over the details of their stay with the concierge. “I’ve reserved the floor,” Declan said, when the elevator opened, and he handed them their keycards. His gaze fell to the scarf. “Still okay?”

“I’m fine, Dec, promise.”

“I’m in the suite at the end.”

Cara and Wes dropped their bags in their room, Wes pulling her in for a long kiss. When Cara tried to deepen the embrace, Wes pulled back.

“I’m not going to break,” Cara huffed.

Wes smoothed her hair behind her ear. “You went through a traumatic event yesterday.”

Cara narrowed her eyes. Wes might be worried about hurting her, but she had other plans.

They found Declan sipping a glass of whiskey, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the main room of his suite. At their entrance, he poured a finger of the amber liquid into two glasses and handed them each one.

“I finally heard from my source.”

Cara could feel Wes’s curious eyes, but she didn’t look at him or ask questions. Siobhan’s family was influential in Dublin and had been for more than a hundred years. Roots in Ireland ran deep.

“Are you sure you want to be a part of this?” Declan challenged Wes. “This is our family’s problem, not yours. It might be best if you didn’t involve yourself, particularly with your previous record. Now that I think about it, none of this is any of your business. It might be best if you stay out of it.”

Wes squared his shoulders and met Declan’s implacable stare with one of his own. “Caraismy business.”

She wasn’t used to people challenging her brother head on, and she wouldn’t deny it was sexy that Wes was doing it for her.

After a second, Declan nodded his approval and gave Wes a genuine smile. “In that case,” he said, gesturing to the low sofas facing each other, a small table in between. “Based on where Corinne says our father went into a building, she was referring to the Waterloo Building block. There is a heavily secured, private vault business located there. That has to be where he went.”

“Why would he go there?” Cara sipped her drink.

“He may have stashed gold, silver, art, documents.” Declan shrugged. “No way to know until we get in there.”

“How do we do that?”