Page 123 of Sins of Innocence

She said yes to both.

All night long.

She's tuckered out and needs her rest, so I ignore the stirring in my groin those memories cause.

Later this morning, three excited girls are going to want to return to the park, but Áine's not going to be there for the rope drop. She's sleeping in.

Without jostling her, I reach for my phone and text McLaren.

SISTER BY MARRIAGE NOW

Wraith: Need you to keep an eye on the girls until after lunch tomorrow.

McLaren: Figured. I've got us booked for breakfast with Snow White (thought it was fitting).

McLaren: And an alarm set to get fast pass tickets to two rides in a couple of hours.

McLaren: But then we're hanging out by the pool to let their batteries recharge. That's probably where we'll be when you two lovebirds surface.

Wraith: Good.

McLaren: What did you think of your wedding gift? 😼

Wraith: Thank you.

McLaren: …

McLaren: …

McLaren: You better not hurt my sister-by-another-mister.

Wraith: MY wife is safe with me. Always.

McLaren: Ooh, possessive already. Gotta warn ya, she's used to being independent.

Wraith: Now she has me.

McLaren: Not sure that means what you think it does.

Ten minutes pass.

Wraith: I want you to find someone.

McLaren: Who?

Wraith: Brady Dougal.

…

McLaren: Brady Dougal is dead.

Wraith: I worked with him on an op 9 years ago.

McLaren: That's not possible.

Wraith: Same eyes as his sister. Only music he listened to was Elvis. He went by Bás ó Na Scáthanna.

McLaren: That son of a bitch! I'll find him alright, but don't tell Áine. I'm making no promises he's going to survive once I do.