Chapter 18

Hearing Deke’s low, “Who the fuck put you in charge?” quickly stopped Rory from calling out, “Yes, Master.” Instead, he did as ordered, while he wondered where Conall had slept. When he and Molly had left the living room on their way to bed the previous night, Conall had been sprawled in one of the armchairs, his eyelids at half-mast while he insisted on watching the nightly news. Deke had shrugged before saying that he, for one, intended on getting a good night’s sleep.

Rory had agreed and herded his protesting sister upstairs, with Deke following a few moments later. “My bet is, Conall slept on the sofa,” he told his reflection in the mirror over the dresser as he pulled on a pair of jeans. Then he went down the hallway to the bathroom, glad the door was open because he desperately needed to take a piss.

He’d barely finished, and was brushing his teeth, when Molly knocked, telling him to hurry up. “I need to make breakfast.”