“Aye.”

“So ya know it is your son, proper?”

Extra rage flares in me. “In fact I do, lass. Now spit out no matter it’s ya know.”

She blurts out, “Lauren does not need me to inform ya something.”

Harm and confusion fill me. Certainly she does not wish to stick with Caleb? Or does she?

I query, “Why? She does not wish to be saved?”

Maeve shakes her head. “She thinks it will make it worse. That there is no saving her and her son. Is that true, or do ya suppose you possibly can?”

My mouth turns dry. I faucet my finger on the desk and decrease my voice. “Come hell or excessive water, I’ll get possession of my son and Lauren. So no matter it’s ya know, ya want to inform me.”

“Will ya take the infant from her?”

I stiffen. “Is that what she thinks?”

“Her mum informed her that.”

“So? Her mum’s the identical evil bitch who informed Caleb she was pregnant.”

Maeve asks, “So ya will not take her son from her?”

“Ya imply my son?”

Maeve’s face darkens.

Tynan places his hand over Maeve’s.

She inhales sharply and refocuses on him.

He claims, “Lass, nobody in our clan is taking her child from her. Now inform us what ya know. Time’s ticking.”

Maeve pulls her hand out from beneath his and glances behind her. Then she appears again at me, admitting, “I overheard my father speaking to Caleb’s males.”

“And?” Tynan prods.

“He will pressure Lauren to marry him.”

Horror fills me. It is not the primary time an O’Leary has pressured somebody down the aisle. Scarlet’s solely with Aidan as a result of she was pressured to marry Tommy and he rescued her.

My intestine churns sooner. Who is aware of what Caleb’s threatening to do to the infant. And I do know what occurs to these girls. They haven’t any alternative within the ceremony and the way different males will converse for them throughout their vows.

I swallow the bile transferring up my throat, demanding, “The place?”

Maeve slides a chunk of paper throughout the desk. “The small print are all right here. You may assist her, proper?”

“It is in all probability a lure,” Tynan states.

Maeve glares at him and seethes, “It is not a lure.”

“Certain it is not,” Tynan provides.

She questions, “Why would I wish to lure ya?”

“You are an O’Leary,” Tynan says in disgust.

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