Page 148 of Stolen Hearts
I hadn’t actually thought of it like that.
“Bastard or not, you’re Declan Kildare’s eldest and only son.” He chuckles. “You’re the rightful king, Castle. And you also stopped Calliope from marrying that supreme piece of shit Luca. Exactly how would it messanythingup between our family and the Drakos family if you two were to have feelings for each other? I mean you’re already married, in case you’ve fucking forgotten.”
“Cool, so I should just walk right up to Hades and casually mention that I’ve fallen for his sis—”
My mouth snaps shut.
“That’s…ahh…not what I meant,” I mutter.
“Oh, I think it is.” Cillian chuckles quietly before he sighs. “I’m happy for you. I mean that. You deserve happiness, Castle. And Callie is…”
“Tempestuous? Tenacious? An agent of chaos?”
“Your words, my friend, not mine.”
I chuckle, glancing back at her.
“She quiets the roaring in my head, Cil.”
“Andthatis a feeling I can understand perfectly, believe me,” he mutters. “Because it’s how I feel about Una. That said?” I can practically hear him grinning. “When youdotell Hades, maybe make sure he’s not armed before you do.”
I shake my head, rolling my eyes. “I’ll be in touch soon, Cil.”
“I’ll keep you posted on what’s going on back here,boss,” he chuckles with a deep, dark laugh before he hangs up.
I slip my phone into the pocket of my jeans and head back up the shore to the house.
“Given that you don’t have a single streaming service or cable TV in this house, you seriously need a better DVD collection, you know.”
I grin, arching a brow at her. “Do I really, now?”
“Uh,yeah. And I don’t know which of your hoes left that copy ofDirty Dancing, but—”
“Okay, first of all,” I grunt. “That’s a classic. Show some respect.”
She frowns. But then slowly, her lips turn up at the corners. “Hang on…”
“Yes?”
She grins. “That’s not some girl’s DVD, is it?”
“I’ve never brought a single person to this house before you.”
Her grin widens. “So, you’re saying that’syourcopy ofDirty Dancing?”
“Which part of ‘it’s a classic’ did you gloss over?”
She snickers. “That DVD has seen someuse, Castle.”
“Okay, a, Swayze was a fucking God, and b, Jennifer Grey was, and is, a babe.”
She giggles, standing and wrapping her arms around my chest. “Just admit it. You love a good chick-flick.”
“Dirty Dancingisnota chick-flick.”
She snorts. “It most definitely is.”
“Which part?”