Saving a Legend(49)

“I’ll make sure she knows about it when I get home tonight.” Casey gave his arm a squeeze with one hand, the papers in the other, before she walked into the office behind her.

“Thanks, Case,” Kieran said. She’d always been the sweetest person he’d ever known, a complete heart of gold. That didn’t mean she was a pushover, though, because she gave as good as she got. Growing up with five alpha males, she’d had to learn. Ready to head home, he turned to Kane. “Let’s get out of here, mini-me.”



Kane narrowed his eyes at him before clipping his shoulder as he walked out the front door. “Fuck you.”

Kieran grinned before following Kane out to his car and climbing into the passenger seat.

“Any plans for tonight?” Kane asked as he pulled out into the street, heading for their apartment.

“Probably stop by Ma’s and see if Fiona wants to go out,” Kieran said, watching the buildings pass in a blur at his brother’s usual high-speed driving.

“Who’s gonna watch her kid?” Kane asked, taking a corner a little too sharply and nearly giving him a heart attack.

“Slow down, for fuck’s sake.” Kieran growled before taking a deep breath and answering his question. “It’s her little sister, not her kid.”

Kane didn’t change his speed at all. “Whatever, she’ll still need a babysitter.”

“I don’t know, maybe we’ll bring her with us. Do a family-friendly kind of thing.” Kieran dropped his head back onto the headrest.

Kane raised his brows and took another sharp turn. “Yeah? You like being around kids now? Nora was telling me the other night that you’re a favorite down at the youth center.”

“Nora, huh?” Kieran smiled suggestively at his twin, and for the first time, Kane reduced his speed.

Kane talked over him, ignoring the implication but driving noticeably slower now. “Yes, Nora said you did some training with the kids at the center.”



“Some of the older kids, yeah. Just some basic sparring. They’re little shitheads if they don’t have a way to channel their aggression.”

“Sounds like someone I know who gambled and partied his way to prison,” Kane reminded him, taking a turn normally this time.

“It’s not the same,” Kieran assured him. “I’m aboveboard now.”

“I hope so; if Dad hears you’re running another underground tournament, your ass is dead.”

“I’d be worrying about a lot more than Dad if I got into that again.” He’d learned from that mistake, and had spent two years in prison paying for it. He wasn’t going down that road again. It led to mistakes, bad decisions, and people getting hurt.

“Good. Then maybe bring it to Legends.”

“What, like start a class? These kids have no money, Kane. Like less than nothing.”

“I get that, but Dad might go for offering the kids something pro bono. Give back to the community and all that shit. It’d be better with the right equipment, teaching them how to use the facilities and whatnot. Just think about it, because you need a job. Rory’s construction gig only has another week max before the place has to be ready to go for the gala. Part of your parole is being employed, right?”

Kieran nodded. It definitely sounded like something he’d be interested in doing, and he did need to think about his future very quickly. He had been checking in regularly with his parole officer, as promised, and he knew at their next meeting he’d have to provide a plan for staying employed somewhere. He stared out the car window as he thought about his future. He wanted a new apartment, a real job, and a purpose with his life now that he was free.



He just didn’t know what that purpose would be.





Chapter 12

Kieran pulled open the glass door to Fiona’s Flowers and stepped through, a small bell jingling to announce his entrance. He spotted Fiona standing in front of a cooler, putting flowers away. Finishing her task, she stepped back and looked over at the door. The moment her gaze met his, her cheeks flushed.

He stepped toward her, aching to wrap his arms around her and taste her lips again. Kissing her was quickly becoming all he could think of. Instead of melting into his embrace, though, she seemed to be avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t tell me you’re here to buy some flowers?” she asked with a smile, walking over to the front counter and stepping behind it.

“I’m not sure yet, do you have any recommendations?” He wasn’t going to let her hesitancy get in his way. He liked this girl, and he wasn’t backing down from a challenge.

She fidgeted with her fingers, her eyes cast down. “Depends, who are they for?”