Chapter Ten
Orla was stacking away her work files and doing some research on her computer when someone knocked on the door. She narrowed her eyes. Had Lorcan forgotten his keys? Not possible. She peeked behind the curtain to look outside. A stunning woman in an elegant deep red suit, exquisite scarf, and ridiculously beautiful high heels was waiting at the door. She didn’t look threatening, but Orla grabbed her pepper spray and slid it into her pocket before opening the door.
“Yes?” Orla said.
“I’m looking for Lorcan Brody.” The woman spoke in a half-American, half-Australian accent, with a very slight hint of Spanish.
Orla arched an eyebrow. This was her apartment. No one knew Lorcan stayed here with her. He still rented his apartment. “Who are you?”
“Mya Portman.”
“I don’t recogniz
