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“Hassan would be my choice.”
Finnan rose from his seat once more, buttoning his jacket. “I still want you to fuck with Doyle and see how much we can get out of him.” He glanced at his watch. “I need to attend to some business before the dinner tonight. Trigger will drive me. Make sure Sloane wears a dress. Makeup. Heels. I need her to impress.”
And with that, he left.
I ran a hand through my hair, realizing it had been more than an hour and a half since I’d entrusted Torin with Sloane, and there hadn’t been one text or call in that time. I pulled out my phone, ready to tear him a new one, when the device began to ring.
“How are they?” I demanded.
“Fine. They stayed at the café for a while.”
“They’re not there now?”
“No. They wanted to go lingerie shopping.”
My hearing sparked out a little before I said, “Did you saylingerie?”
“Yeah. Fallon mentioned something about needing new panties or some shite.”
Thefuck?
“Sloane went in after her.”
My free hand curled into a fist on instinct, but I released it with a deep breath. “Which store?”
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SLOANE
“Black or red?”I asked Fallon, holding up the two different garter belts I’d found—not that we were in this store for me. Fallon had been the one to step inside first, but once I caught sight of all the beautiful lingerie sets, I was hooked.
“Hmm?” Fallon was distracted by the panties when she glanced up. “What?”
“Black or red?” I repeated.
One garter was a wide panel of black lace that covered all the way up to my waist, and the other was more of a classic style that sat low on the hips and was made from a thicker red lace.
“I’d have to see them on to decide,” Fallon replied.
I lowered my arms. “Seriously?”
She shrugged. Smiled. Made a little shooing motion with her hands. “Go.”
I retreated into the fitting room at the back of the lingerie shop and drew the curtain across. We’d been in the store for only a few minutes, leaving Torin outside to keep watch. When we’d walked in, our babysitter had spoken to the owner of the store, then offered her a stack of bills. She promptly locked the door after him and told us we had free rein and that nobody would disturb us.
I was used to my father getting people to do what he wanted, but the Irish sure had a way about them that my father could never have replicated.
“You know this whole process is pointless, don’t you? I don’t have my purse, let alone any bank cards or cash to spend.”
“Sloane, please,” Fallon began—like this was an old argument we were having again. “This purchase is on my brother.”
I narrowed my eyes even though she couldn’t see it. I hoped she heard the distrust in my voice when I said, “Andhowexactly is Grayson paying for this when he’s not here?”
The other woman snorted. “I have his card.”
I stuck my head out of the curtain, finding the other woman smiling. “Have it, how? Did he give it to you?”
Her grin only grew wider. “Not exactly, but he would want you to buy yourself something nice. After all, you are being held here against your will.”
