“I won’t. I’ll tell her what you told me, not what you didn’t.”
Tabon nodded. “Thanks.”
“We haven’t had a chance to talk about what Tabon told you,” said Ava a couple of days later, while looking over her shoulder as she watched her husband and Mercer go down the stairs to the office
“It wasn’t that interesting.”
“Well, what was it?” Ava pushed.
Aine sighed and looked between her sister and Quinn. “Striker’s sister was a drug addict. Although he didn’t say she died of an overdose, her death had something to do with her addiction.”
“Is he embarrassed?” Ava asked.
“I don’t think someone like Striker would be embarrassed about that, Ava,” Quinn answered for her.
“Both of his parents were addicts too.”
Ava looked lost, but Quinn looked thoughtful.
“Evidently, he’s concerned about genetic predisposition,” Aine shared her theory.
“Makes sense, but didn’t he know his parents were addicts long before you and he started seeing each other?”
“That’s exactly what I said, Quinn.”
“Huh.”
“I know.”
“There has to be more to it,” Ava chimed in. “Tabon didn’t know anything more?”
“Again, I said essentially the same thing.”
“But he didn’t tell you anything else?”
“That’s right.”
“If he suddenly became concerned about hereditary issues, he must’ve found something out about his sister that he wasn’t aware of when they were growing up.”
Aine looked up at Quinn. That made perfect sense. “But what?”
“That’s the unanswered question.”
“Is there any way for either of our husbands to find out more?” asked Ava.
“I’m not sure,” answered Quinn, “but the best person I can think of to talk to about it, isn’t either one of them.”
“Who?” Aine asked, hoping she wouldn’t say Striker.
“Merrigan.”
Aine looked at her watch. “I need to leave.”
“That’s right, the new beau is coming to visit. I can’t wait to meet him,” said Quinn, rubbing her hands together.
Ava smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “He’s a really nice guy.”
Aine inwardly groaned. Was that the best her sister could come up with?