Once that was done, she pulled out the ingredients for bran muffins. These guys probably needed something healthy after all the cookies they’d been eating.
Twenty minutes later, Aedan walked into the kitchen. He’d been in London for the last two nights and she was glad to see him. He had his own place, but it seemed like he spent more time here.
“Aedan! You’re back. Did you just fly in?”
“About an hour ago. I had a shower and thought I’d grab something to eat.”
He headed to the fridge and grabbed a soda.
“Urgh, how can you drink that stuff so late at night?” she asked.
Aedan shrugged. “What’s been going on? Why are you baking so late at night?”
Tilly told him everything that had happened. She knew Colm had warned her against telling anyone, but surely that didn’t include Aedan. When she finished, Aedan was staring at her with a mix of sympathy and alarm.
“I can’t believe Colm took you to Mrs. Chu’s,” he said. “Is he asking for an ass whupping? Dylan is going to be furious.”
“It’s just a whorehouse,” she said with a lot more indifference than she’d felt this afternoon.
Aedan raised an eyebrow. “That so?”
“Yes. But what are we going to do about Miller? We have to get her out of there.”
Aedan took a sip of his soda. “We will. Once Rogan gets back.”
“Ugh! Can’t anyone make a move around here without his say-so?” she said in frustration.
Aedan grinned. “He is the boss.”
“I’m so sick of hearing that. What if they’re gone all night?”
“I tell you what, if we don’t hear from them in the next hour then we’ll come up with a Plan B, okay?”
She heaved a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”
Her phone beeped.
“It’s from Dylan.” She frowned as she read the text message.
Millr wth 7 Sinrs. Dnt tell any1.
“What does it say?” Aedan asked.
She handed her phone over to him.
Aedan looked up at her after reading it. “That’s odd. Jimmy must have his facts wrong again.”
“No, I don’t think so,” she said slowly.
“Why?”
“Because that text isn’t from Dylan.”
Chapter Ten
Dylan sighed as he left the room he’d been stuck in for the last four hours while the underworld leaders of San Antonio hashed out plans and disputes. This shit was tiring. He didn’t know how Rogan did it all the time. He thought he had a lot of things to juggle in his job, but they didn’t even come close to what Rogan dealt with on a day-to-day basis.
Most of the talk had been taken up with the Seven Sinners, who seemed to be getting on everyone’s bad side.