“Mo áilleacht. My beauty.”
Dylan growled. “Mine, Aedan.”
“Ahh, well, if you change your mind…”
She knew he was just teasing her. Aedan was famous. He dated supermodels and actresses. But she found herself blushing a little in pleasure.
“A simple life as a billionaire businessman,” Rogan said dryly. “Why don’t you sit down before you get yourself in real trouble.”
Aedan sent her a wink. “You’re just jealous that you don’t have my way with the ladies,” he told Rogan. “The last time he went on a date, Clinton was in The White House.”
Tilly gaped at him. She was seriously starting to question his intelligence. Rogan did not seem the type of man to tease.
“Aedan,” Rogan warned in a low, cold voice.
Tilly shivered and finally the other man took heed and sat quietly.
“Relax,” Dylan whispered. “They’re always like this. They’re cousins.”
They were? She couldn’t see any family resemblance.
“Sorry I got here late,” Aedan said, helping himself to a drink.
“We just arrived,” Dylan reassured him.
“So Tilly, were you born in Austin?” Aedan asked as he took a seat.
“No. I grew up on a ranch a few hours south of here, near the border.”
“A cowgirl. Ever ride one of those mechanical bucking bulls?”
“Aedan!” Dylan snapped.
“What?” The other man gazed at Dylan with mock-innocence, but she could see the wicked glint in his eyes. He seemed light-hearted and fun. Hard to believe he was related to Rogan.
“Dylan said that your friend has gotten herself into trouble with the Vipers?” Aedan asked.
“Yes. I don’t know how or why. But she sounded terrified and she was asking for my help.”
“When is the last time you heard from her, prior to tonight?” Aedan asked.
“I guess it was probably a couple of months ago. I should have made more of an effort to keep in touch.”
“This isn’t your fault,” Dylan reassured her, squeezing her hand.
Rogan’s phone rang and he excused himself, moving away.
Aedan’s gaze turned speculative. “Has she ever been involved with drugs or anything illegal?”
She took a deep breath and thought about Aedan’s question. These men were helping her, she owed them her honesty.
“I’m not sure. Miller hasn’t had the easiest life. Her mother left her when she was young and her dad was in and out of jail so her grandmother raised her.”
“What was he in jail for?” Dylan asked.
“Umm, stolen goods mostly. I think there were a few drug charges.”
Rogan finished his call and walked back over to where they sat. “Tilly, are you sure Miller is in trouble?”