A Dangerous Business by Lorelei Moone

Author:Lorelei Moone [Moone, Lorelei]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Although the storm had calmed down overnight, Aidan hadn't been able to catch much sleep. Yesterday's discovery had been simply too exciting, and his mind kept racing to come up with a plan to identify the man in the picture. So, Aidan was already up and enjoying a hearty breakfast in the farm kitchen by the time anyone else stirred.

"Morning," Aidan greeted his brother, who had wandered in topless and half asleep.

"Mhm," Derek responded, while pouring two cups of coffee.

Behind him, a slightly disheveled looking Clarice came into the kitchen and eyed Aidan suspiciously. "Morning."

She was wearing a t-shirt big enough that it could pass as a nightie. One of Derek's, no doubt. Aidan nodded at her and started clearing up his used dishes, keeping them in the dishwasher. Awkward seemed too weak a word to describe the current atmosphere.

"I'm sorry if I seemed hostile last night," Aidan attempted to break the ice. "I was just concerned. This is all new to me."

"I understand," Clarice responded.

"No reason to be concerned," Derek added, while putting his arm around Clarice's shoulders. They did look happy together, like there was nothing else in the world that they could ask for. This was the kind of happiness you only saw between true mates.

Aidan shot them a bittersweet smile. His own mate was hundreds of miles away. A day's drive, but even when they were in the same room together, the distance between them seemed insurmountable. She had to come to him willingly, he reminded himself. He couldn't - wouldn't - force her.

"So, did you find whatever it was you were looking for last night?" Derek asked. He had a way of getting right to the heart of things.

Aidan glanced at Clarice, then reminded himself that they wouldn't have any secrets between them anyway, so he might as well tell both of them together.

"Yes. Have a look." Aidan sat down again and leaned over to retrieve the clear plastic folder with the newspaper clipping he'd found out from his shoulder bag, which was hanging from the back of the chair. Placing it down on the table, he slid it forward as Derek and Clarice both pulled up some chairs and sat down as well.

"This man." Aidan tapped on the picture with his index finger. "I saw him in Edinburgh two days ago. Overheard him discussing an attack."

"Wow." Derek picked up the folder and squinted at the picture, then passed it to Clarice. "You're absolutely sure?"

"I never forget a face."

"What does it all mean?" Clarice asked.

"Where do I begin? What does she know?" Aidan asked Derek.

"I overheard quite a bit last night, sorry about that." Clarice averted her eyes.

Derek took her hand and squeezed it encouragingly. "There shouldn't be any secrets between us. It's fine."

"So, I suspect that this man, and the one he was with in Edinburgh are members of the Sons of Domnall."

"Those are the people who hunt shifters, right?" Clarice asked.

Aidan nodded. "Yes. If he was around when our parents were killed, it wouldn't be such a big stretch to think he might have had something to do with it.

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