Alpha Doyle
Sean and I headed upstairs to my office, neither of us saying a word until the door closed behind us.
I walked around to my desk and dropped into my chair, staring at the paperwork scattered across the surface.
I couldn’t concentrate on any of it.
Sean took the chair opposite me.
For a few moments, silence filled the room.
Then he let out a quiet laugh.
“She’s a little pistol, that one. I’ll give her that.”
Despite everything, the corner of my mouth lifted.
“Yeah, she is.”
Then the smile disappeared.
“But I don’t know what to make of this.”
Sean’s expression sobered.
“What do you mean?”
I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a hand over my face.
“My daughters swear they told nobody. I didn’t tell anyone. And I’m assuming you didn’t either.”
Sean nodded.
“So how t
