Chapter Nineteen
Lorcan awoke, finding himself tucked comfortably in bed in Orla’s apartment. He shifted, his body ached everywhere. He closed his eyes and tried to recall what had happened. They’d fought in the dark, in the midst of rain, storm, lightning, and thunder. Three men had been on him and a big one was chasing Orla with a knife. They had left him no choice. Lorcan remembered pulling his gun and shooting at the guy launching himself at Orla. Then he’d swung the gun to fire at the three others racing toward him. And the tall man who seemed to be the boss shot him.
He remembered the sensation of the bullets hitting him. There had been very little pain. A bit of pressure. And then he was drowning. He remembered nothing else.
Orla walked out of the kitchen with a mug of coffee. Se
