O'Neil Brothers: High Stakes Part 1

High Stakes.

Kathryn Shay.

Praise for the ONeil Family.

"I have read all of the O'Neil books. I just couldn't get enough of this family. I laughed, I cried & fell in love with all the characters."

"I loved getting to know the whole family. I wish there were more books on the rest of the family."

"As each O'Neil book comes out, I find myself drawn more and more into their world. I'll be waiting very impatiently for the last two brothers' books."

"Ms. Shay is such an excellent writer. No one can create families with sibling relationships so true-to-life: funny, sweet, petty spats, taking criticism from them that you wouldn't take from anyone else."

"I thoroughly enjoyed this series. There was romance with suspense, espionage & modern-day political trials that made the stories very enjoyable."

Chapter 1.

February 15.

"Sorry Im late." Rumpled from sleeping most of the day-G.o.d knew he had reason-Dylan ONeil apologized to his brothers when he entered Baileys Irish Pub an hour after his shift started.

As he rinsed gla.s.ses, Patrick grumbled something Dylan couldnt make out. Liams blue eyes were burning. Because Dylan was late? His mild-mannered brother never got this mad at something like punctuality.

"Liam, you p.i.s.sed at me?" Dylan asked, a bit hurt.

"Not at you."

G.o.d, Dylan hoped Sophie and the boys were okay. Liam was soon to marry a firefighter and they all knew her life was on the line every single day. "What happened?"

Liam nodded up to the TV, now emitting a low hum. "Our nemesis was on."

"Already?" Nemesis did not need to be explained to an ONeil. But The Rachel Scott Show didnt air till eight.

"Yeah. Shes been on the other cable shows all day."

Just then the front door of the pub opened and in stalked an entourage, with Clay Wainwright at the helm. He and Bailey planned to stay a few days after Aidans wedding to spend time with the family. Both of them, however, were loaded for bear.

Even the Secret Service agents bore knitted brows and were tight-lipped. Mitch Calloway, the agent in charge of Baileys detail, especially.

"Whats going on?" Dylan asked.

Clayton Wainwright looked every inch the vice president of the United States when he set a small laptop computer on the bar. Dylan noted, though, that his shoulders were stiff and jaw rigid. "Scott. Again. I have a news clip on here."

Liam and Pat said together, "We saw it."

Bailey threw up her hands. "Son of a b.i.t.c.h."

That made Calloway smile a bit. The Second Lady often spurned the decorum of her position. Today her distaste for protocol was enhanced by her jeans and the Columbia sweatshirt Dylan had bought for her when he was attending college there, later in life.

"What is everybody talking about?" Dylan asked.

"Show Dyl," Liam said. "Hes going to be the maddest."

Clay opened the laptops cover, clicked on a few keys, and on-screen came the bulletin, "Now a Special Report from Rachel Scott."

Dylans heartbeat escalated as the gorgeous woman appeared. She didnt seem tired, though she should. Instead, she appeared excited and gave a s.e.xy smile. "Everyones been wondering about the wedding of one of the brothers-in-law of Vice President Clay Wainwright. Yesterday, Aidan ONeil married C.J. Ludzecky, a Secret Service agent, in a private ceremony in our own Big Apple."

This coverage wasnt unexpected. When Dylan had discovered Rachel in the back of the church at the wedding, hed let her stay at the ceremony because they owed her a favor. And because he wanted to. He prepared himself for her report.

But not the pictures.

You promise, no pictures?

I promise. You can search me if you want.

He should have searched her. He shouldnt have trusted her. With a lot of things.

Swallowing hard, he watched as a videotape played and Rachels sultry voice came on over the photos.

Aidan, grinning broadly at C.J.

How gorgeous his new sister-in-law was in white lace.

How C.J. shocked everybody with the announcement of her pregnancy. d.a.m.n it, that should have been a private moment.

And last, a video of the four ONeil boys, Clay and C.J.s brother Luke posing for a photo: "And look at these groomsmen. Have you ever seen a more handsome bunch?" The camera panned them, resting a moment too long on Dylan.

His heart began to pound in his chest.

His palms began to sweat.

And her face came on again. She winked. "Its tough work, covering an affair like this, but somebodys got to do it."

When the segment ended, Clay fumed. "Can anyone tell me how the h.e.l.l she gained entrance to the church?"

A young agent stepped up. Dylan didnt know his name, so he must have been added to Clays detail. "We think she snuck in with the bridal party." His face colored. The poor schmuck had probably been blinded by the Ludzecky sisters beauty-all seven of them.

"n.o.body saw her in the back of the church?" Calloway wanted to know.

"I did." Dylan confessed what hed done as if it was a crime. In a way, it was, against his family. A family hed vowed to protect because of what happened when he was only five years old.

Pat snapped a towel on the bar. "Why the h.e.l.l did you let her stay?"

"Because we owed her for calling us when Sophie was in the hospital. She promised no pictures."

She promised a lot of things.

Dylans gaze transferred to the computer. Clay had frozen the clip on her at the end of the segment. Bright green eyes stared out at him. They flashed with...satisfaction. Her skeins of auburn hair floated around her shoulders and down her back, like a cloak.

Dylans stomach turned queasy. Because the last time hed seen those satisfied eyes theyd been filled with s.e.xual contentment. And all that hair had covered her pillow as he braced himself over her.

Christ, how did he tell his brothers and Clay that hed slept with the enemy the night of Aidans wedding?

"And thats it for The Rachel Scott Show. Im Rachel Scott and Ill see you tomorrow night." She smiled. It was phony, but the audience wouldnt be able to tell. "Who knows what Ill have for you then."

As soon as the cameraman signaled they were offline, she removed her lapel mic, nodded to her staff and said, "Good show."

"Great one, Rachel," her producer called from the side.

Because the recording had been aired on other shows all day, tonights revelation wasnt a scoop. But Rachel had been afraid some black market video would hit the airwaves with the same coverage if she waited until evening. These things had a way of being stolen or accidentally released by innocent attendees grabbing a photo.

"Super footage in that first segment," a female staffer quipped and the others laughed.

Feigning amus.e.m.e.nt, she chuckled and headed for her dressing room, anxious to get out of the salmon-colored dress she loved but felt uncomfortable in tonight. A text came on her phone from her boss, John Walsh.

Great reporting. I expect to see more of this.

She held the compliment close to her heart to keep from thinking about what shed actually done today. The word betrayal stuck in her throat like a cotton sock.

When she opened her door, she froze. She knew hed come tonight, but not this soon. Shed even left instructions with reception to bring him here. Volatile Dylan ONeil wouldnt sit on the issue. He lounged in a chair, casual and s.e.xy in jeans, a shirt and a navy pea coat, which made his eyes the color of dark blue velvet. "Good show," he said silkily.

You are so lovely, hed murmured when he undressed her last night. You take my breath away. Hed been sincere then. Not sarcastic. Not angry, like now.

Shed already decided how to play this. "Thanks." Her intent to keep eye contact didnt work, though. She had to glance away.

"Cant face me head on, sweetheart?" Again the mocking tone.

Last night his words had been genuine. Ah, sweetheart, this is so good...

Sick of men pushing her around, she spoke what was in her heart. "You came to me, Dylan. You called me after you had a few drinks and asked to come to my townhouse."

"Silly me." His mask slipped and she saw a vulnerable man whod been deceived. "You didnt have to f.u.c.k me when you knew you were gonna do this."

Crossing to the chair, she sat down because, suddenly, her knees were weak. Regardless, she had to look at him for this. "I know. I wanted to."

He came to stand in front of her. Tipped her chin, without a whit of tenderness.

Youre so gentle, Dylan. I never expected that.

Not always. I didnt think I would be with you.

"What the h.e.l.l does that mean, you wanted to? Christ, you could have spared me the fallout of what you did today."

Again, she confessed the truth. "I knew that Id never get another chance to be with you." G.o.d, she hated the hoa.r.s.eness in her voice. "And, as I said, I wanted to be with you."

In truth, shed paced the floor, waiting for him to arrive after hed called her, trying to talk herself out of what she knew she was going to do if he asked. And he had asked.

I know this is stupid. But Ive been thinking about you in that green dress all day, all tonight. And Im Irish. Hed shrugged those wonderful, broad shoulders. I get sentimental at weddings.

What do you want, Dylan?

Hed been achingly honest. You.

Now his gaze was brutal. "You know, dont you, that this is gonna backfire. Clay was already p.i.s.sed at you. Wasnt it stupid to make him even angrier?"

"Thanks to you, hes not allowing me coverage of his activities, anyway. How much worse can it get?"

"You honestly think thisll get you a job overseas?"

Her boss had said she had to prove she was tough, wily, could sneak in and out of tight places. What better way to show him she was up to the task than slipping by the Secret Service? Getting footage no other reporter could obtain. Unfortunately, shed confessed to Dylan last year her longing to be a foreign correspondent with the network.

Reaching down, he grasped her arm and drew her to her feet. His scent, still in her head from all those hours in bed, weakened her. He was taller than her by several inches. "Answer me."

"I still want a job in the field. Ones opening sooner than expected. I have to prove I can play with the big boys."

The laugh that escaped him was so ugly she cringed. Last night, his chuckles had been s.e.xier than h.e.l.l. "You certainly got a chance to do that with me. If Id known you were faking it, I wouldve acted the part." He moved in close enough and she could see the sweat on his brow. "I mightve even been rough with you. Ill bet your kind of woman likes that."

"I loved what we did together." It just slipped out, hoa.r.s.e and meaningful.

"Fool me once, darlin..." He backed away. "Remember what I said at the church? That the truce was over?"

She could only nod.

"The battle just escalated to all-out war." With that, he pivoted and walked out of the small room.

Rachel sank onto the chair, willing herself to be calm. To not react. Shed shown weakness last night, which had made covertly taking the videos worse, and if she couldnt tolerate even Dylans anger, how was she going to react when terrorists were bombing the streets behind her as she reported the news?

Patrick watched a calm-looking Dylan walk into the pub. But Pat had always been able to see the emotion buried beneath the cool front his brother put on for everybody. He and Dylan often shot the s.h.i.t late into the night after the pub closed, so they knew more about each other than the rest of the siblings did. Pat had told Dyl all of his secrets. Except one.

Dylan plopped down on a stool.

"I a.s.sume you went to see her."

"Yeah. Get me a beer, will you?" When Pat served the brew, Dylan said, "Did Bailey and Clay leave?"