Fiona closed the door behind his brothers, giving them the hairy eyeball. "Upstairs sleeping as most people do at two in the morning."

Dodging furniture, he strode into an adjoining room that looked like a circular solarium. Glass walls and padded bench seating had it set up like a reading nook. Bypassing it, he rushed into another and found a dark polished winding staircase with a burgundy runner.

"What are you doing here, Meath?" Fiona flicked her glance at his ...