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navy. Right now they were filled
with thunderclouds as they bored into her with a stormy gaze.
    “He wants to make peace.” Bridget had brought
them all beer and Bailey sipped hers. Truth be told she was still
shaken. From the fear. And from proximity to the senator. He’d made
her edgy, even before the incident with the camera. “I think the
governor came down on him about our public feud.”
    “I told you not to write that letter to the
editor.” Aidan’s tone was kind, despite the criticism.
    “I’m pissed at his trying to block my
shelter.” Just the thought of his presumptuousness incensed her all
over again. “Who the fuck does he think he is?”
    Patrick straightened. “Hey, watch your mouth,
young lady.”
    “Gimme a break, Paddy,” She was thirty-six
years old, a mother, and they treated her like a kid. Instead of
biting Patrick’s head off, though, she stood. “I’m gonna go check
on Rory.”
    “Brie took him home,” Patrick told her. “When
she came to get Kathleen.”
    “Brie was here?” Things between her oldest
brother and his spirited wife, Brie, were not good since she’d
taken a job. Man, these guys, except for Aidan, were
Neanderthals.
    “After she got off work.” He spat the words
out. “She said Rory could stay overnight.” Patrick’s daughter
Kathleen and Rory were only a year apart and as cousins, spent a
lot of time together. Bailey had had her overnight twice this
week.
    “Oh, okay, I’ll pick him up in the morning.”
She glanced around the bar. “I should get to work.”
    “It’s almost two. Go home, we’ll close up.”
Leaning forward, Dylan chucked her under the chin. “Aidan’ll take
you.”
    Her apartment was three blocks away, and she
dealt with gang kids for a living, but still, they watched out for
her. She only let them so they wouldn’t get on her about her
job.
    In minutes, she and Aidan left the pub and
walked leisurely to her house. The misty air was even cooler now
and she snuggled into to the senator’s jacket.
    Aidan was quiet, thoughtful, as usual. “So,
what do you make of all this with the good senator?” he finally
asked.
    “I don’t know what to make of it. He drives
me nuts with his conservative views and how he’s copped out from
the potential he had to be a good politician. Still, he would have
risked his own life for me tonight, Aidan, had that been a gun or
other kind of weapon.”
    “Not something to ignore.”
    She stuck her hands inside the pockets of the
jacket. One connected with cold aluminum. “Oh, hell.”
    “What?”
    “He left his cell phone in his pocket. I not
only got his damn coat, but now I have his cell. Both of which I’ll
have to give back.”
    “And see him.”
    “Yeah.” The thought discomfited her. “Damn
it, Aidan. I don’t want that guy in my life.”
    “Well, kiddo, then you’ll have to stop this
feud.”
    “Only when he leaves my gang activities
alone.”
    “Be a cold day in hell when—”
    The cell phone rang.
    “Shit.”
    “Better answer it. He probably wants his
phone back.”
    She drew it out. Its ring was no-nonsense,
like hers. “What if it’s somebody else?”
    “Who’d be callin’ him at one a.m.?”
    “How the hell do I know? His girlfriend?”
    As it continued to ring, Aidan took the
phone from her and checked the identification. “It says town house on it.” He pressed the
Send button and handed it to her. “Gotta talk to the man,
Sis.”
    She rolled her eyes and took the phone. Into
it she said, “Hello.”
    “Bailey, it’s Clay.” The informality of his
greeting startled her into silence. For a split second, it made her
think of being plastered up against him in front of the diner.
“Bailey?”
    “Yes, it’s me. I, um, have your phone.”
    He chuckled. It was an all male sound. “I
know. Look, I’m sorry about that, earlier.”
    “What was that?”
    “I’ll explain when I pick up my things. Where
are you?”
    They’d reached her house—an older building
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