Tiernan A Dark Irish Mafia Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,52

tell he’s got a will of iron. There’s a toughness about him I’d recognize a mile away.

“Aye,” Tiernan says. “And your name?”

“Deacon Shae,” the boy says with a note of pride in his voice.

“Pleased to meet you, Deacon,” Tiernan says. His gaze is stern, fixed on the boy, and Deacon squirms under Tiernan’s penetrating look. He crosses his arms on his chest and narrows his eyes. “Now, what has you outside the headmaster’s office?”

Deacon blushes to the roots of his hair.

“Aw, let him alone, Tiernan,” I whisper. “C’mon.”

Tiernan shakes his head at me, his eyes on the boy. “Tell me.”

The boy clears his throat, his cheeks bright pink. “I, um… may have lost my temper in Chem class.”

“Did you or didn’t you?” Yikes, Tiernan’s turned the full force of his stern gaze on him. My heart thumps a little. Can I be attracted to this side of him?

Oh, hell yes, I am.

Deacon sighs. “I did.”

“And what’d you do in your fit of temper?”

I’m as uncomfortable as Deacon is, poor lad, but Tiernan’s bent on making sure the boy’s chastised, it seems.

“I… broke a beaker or two, sir.”

Tiernan’s brows raise. “Which was it? One or two?”

The boy grimaces. “Three.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

“Speak plainly, Deacon. Tell the truth. Men sometimes lose their tempers, but a meek man will apologize and take the punishment he’s due.”

The boy grimaces again at the word punishment, when the headmaster opens his door. He’s about Malachy’s age, tall and strong, and I wonder if all the men related to the McCarthy clan are that way. Former fighters or the like.

“Ah, Tiernan!” They’re all pleased to see him, and it makes me happy to see. The headmaster’s a tall, large man with a thick gray beard and glasses. “Welcome home, son. And I see you’ve brought a guest?”

Tiernan shakes his hand. “Aye, sir, this is Ruby.”

“Pleased to meet you. Doran Clifford.” His eyes are sharp, his grip firm. “I’ll see you at supper, then?”

“Aye,” Tiernan says, turning to leave, as Clifford beckons the boy into his office.

“What will happen to him?” I ask Tiernan. I feel so badly for the boy.

“Well, he’ll be disciplined for his fit of temper, won’t he? I would know that dance fairly well. Had a temper myself. Damn near got expelled the first day I was here, but Keenan insisted I stay. Lachlan and Nolan helped me out quite a bit. Grateful they did. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without them.”

I hold his hand as he leads me about the campus. I’m honored that he’s brought me here, that he’s taken me into this place. But deep in my belly, I know something’s wrong. I tell myself it’s because I’m only playacting, that I’m here in disguise because I’m a wanted woman. That there’s only so long this can go on. I hate that I’m a wanted woman.

Even holding Tiernan’s hand, I can’t soothe the knot in my stomach or still the trembling in my hands.

Chapter 13

Tiernan

It feels odd being back here. I imagine it’s the way a soldier might feel returning home from battle. Everything looks the same. Hell, everything even feels the same. But… I’m not the same person I was back then. I’m hardly the man I was a week ago, now that I’ve got a charge here with me.

A charge. Fucking hell, the way my mind works sometimes… She isn’t a charge. She’s Aisling. My Aisling.

I show Aisling the campus and introduce her to everyone we meet up with. Every once in a while, I do an almost double-take, she looks so different than she did before. She’s polite and adorable, damn near fetching with her hair hanging down on her forehead as she bites her lip.

She asks questions, and I do my best to answer her, but my mind is elsewhere.

Will they find us here? Is she still being pursued?

After I’ve given her the full tour of the grounds, I take her back to the room we’re staying in. She unpacks, and I call Brady.

“Any update?”

“No, brother,” Brady says. “They’re still looking for her. Someone got ahold of Vivian, and she told them she hasn’t seen Aisling since that night of the fight.”

Which would likely corroborate the suspicion that she’s a suspect in Edmund Doyle’s disappearance.

“Excellent.” I sigh. “What else?”

“So far, nothing. They’ve interviewed her flat mates, and they…” his voice trails off.

“What?”

“Well. There was an attack.”

“An attack?”

Aisling goes quiet, not moving a muscle in the bed while