Shit, I could get used to having this kind of help, even if it came from Carter. “Thank you. And, uh, thank you for having my six out there on Monday.”

“Glad you didn’t die. Well, glad you came back, I should say.” Carter checked his watch. “I need to catch a flight home now that business is done here.” He peered at Gwen and Easton. “You sticking around?”

“You’re all more than welcome to stay in Dublin as long as you’d like,” Sebastian offered. I’d only need to take him up on that offer until Friday, but I appreciated it.

“We’re going to stick around. Right, Easton?” Gwen asked him, prompting an impressive side-eye from Wyatt.

Wyatt stood. “I have to get back to my team in the States.” He faced Easton. “Do me a favor and keep my daughter out of trouble while you’re here. She has a habit of stepping right into it wherever she goes.”

Gwen laughed and rose, tugging her father’s arm. “And you somehow always manage to be there just when I need you to save the day.”

“Yeah, well, I won’t always be around. I guess one day you’ll need to find someone else to watch your six when I’m, well, you know . . .”

“Are you getting emotional on me in front of everyone, really?” She smirked and pulled Wyatt in for a hug.

“On that note, I’ll be going.” Carter strode across the room and surprised me by offering his hand. “Something tells me I’ll be seeing you again.”

Same. I returned his firm grip with one of my own, then thanked him again before he said his goodbyes to Juliette and the others and left as swiftly as he’d arrived.

After Wyatt departed, Sebastian opened his palms. “How about dinner over at my place tonight? My wife would love to have you all.” He rested a hand on Easton’s shoulder and leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially as he requested, “Just do me a favor and maybe don’t mention how many people I killed back in Italy, okay?”

57. Juliette

Chapter 57

Juliette

Carbost, Scotland

This past week had been a whirlwind of unforgettable experiences. And now here we were on land that had been in my father’s family for centuries before it’d been lost upon my granddaddy’s death.

Constantine handed me a piece of paper, adding another surprise to the week. With trembling hands, I held up the paper, my suspicion confirmed—it was the deed to the land and the distillery that still bore the Carmichael name.

Constantine spread his arms wide. “Happy birthday.”

“Happy”—I blinked, still processing how he’d managed all this without my knowledge—“birthday?” Aside from when we went to our separate bedrooms at night, he hadn’t been out of my sight since Monday. How, how, how?

“What’s going on?” Colin asked, joining us with Lennon.