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I was grateful Sam had only drugged our men and none were hurt. Sam’s body was recovered from the house, and I was lucky her death was ruled as self-defense.
Life is good.
And as if to emphasize that thought, I spot Killian pulling into the driveway. The second he parks the car, I run toward it, ripping my best friend’s door open. I almost pull her arm from its socket, and she’s laughing so hard.
“I need that arm, Harp,” she says between laughs as she slides out of her seat, and I throw my arms around her.
“Yes, please don’t rip her arm off, or I won’t be able to tie her up in the basement,” Killian says in a deadpan voice, and Dolly chuckles against me.
“He isn’t wrong,” she says. “It would be a crime not to be at his mercy down there. If you have never tried an ice dildo, I highly recommend them.”
Killian groans. “Where are the little brats?” he asks, changing the subject, and I pull back from Dolly and link my arm with hers.
When the new arrivals are noticed by the twins, they scream, “Uncle Killian!”
They both come to a screeching halt in front of him and he holds out a bag. Both girls grab it at the same time and pull spray bottles out that say: Monster Spray.
“How do we know this really works?” Sadie asks skeptically.
“Try it on me,” he says, and Sadie doesn’t hesitate.
Killian makes a show about it burning and falls to the ground, rolling dramatically.
“It really does work,” Eloise beams. “But you should go wash it off before it melts more of your skin.”
I can’t help my muffled laughter, and neither can Dolly—children are way too honest. I tell her I will come back soon when I see Cian come out of the house dressed in a clown costume.
He runs over to me, tripping halfway because of the silly shoes he is wearing, which are ten times too big for his feet.
“Have you ever fucked a clown?” he asks as he reaches me, and I shake my head.
“We are not sneaking off to fuck. Now go make some balloon animals or something. And for fuck’s sake, do not be inappropriate, they are little girls.”
Cian laughs, and I make my way over to the gazebo where the food has been placed. I think I did well: cotton candy machine, a snack table with the food in nice jars, popcorn. It’s everything a girl could want.
Ronan is talking to a man I’ve never met before, so I walk over and stand beside him, quietly waiting for a break in conversation. Ronan wraps his arm around me and pulls me to his side.
“Tom, this is my girlfriend, Harper. Harper, this is Tom, my new assistant, slash party planner, slash not a woman.”
I laugh. “It’s nice to meet you, Tom, not a woman.”
Tom holds his hand out to me. “It’s nice to meet you too. Ronan talks about you a lot. I have assured your harem they have nothing to worry about—your lady bits make me nauseous and cocky alpha males are not my type.”
He lets go of my hand, and I turn to Ronan. “Did you seriously find a gay man to be your assistant so I wouldn’t get jealous?”
Ronan nods, and I sigh. “You’re an idiot, sometimes. Celia made it a point to make her crush on Cian obvious, but I’m not some woman who gets jealous over nothing.”
“Is that right?” Ronan says. “So you don’t have an issue with one of the socialite mothers putting her hands on Darragh’s muscles?”
I whip my head around and see Courtney Miller’s mother laughing. Fuck off—Darragh is not funny. I place a kiss on Ronan’s cheek.
“Not a jealous woman, hmm?” Ronan says.
I huff. “We both know Darragh is not funny. She is making a move.”
I storm across the lawn in my heels, which was a stupid idea because they sink a little more with each step.
“Larissa,” I say with a fake-ass smile. “It’s so lovely you could make it.”
