Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Hmm.”
“God, I missed you,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I missed the way you fit me so well and waking up with you.”
“You, ah, didn’t let other women spend the night?” I asked, hating to hear the answer.
He stiffened, reaching over and snapping on the light. He gazed down at me, his fierce gaze pinning me to the sheets.
“There has been no one since you, Una.”
“But it’s been—”
He cut me off. “I love you. I have loved you this whole time. Do you really think I would disrespect you that way? There has been no one else. There never will be. Ever.”
He furrowed his brow. “Is that what you’ve thought all this time? That I moved on and took lovers?”
“You had every right to,” I whispered, trying to fight the grateful tears. “You moved to the hotel, and I assumed—”
“I moved to the hotel because I couldn’t bear being in my condo once you left me. You were everywhere. I sold it and moved to the hotel to be close to work. Close to you. I never once thought of bringing a woman there or even thought about being with another one.”
“So many beautiful women were always looking at you. I saw the keycards they slipped you. The way they looked at you. Do you know how many of them tried to bribe me for information on you or give them a room key or even divulge your room number? It made me ill every time.”
He shook his head. “Any keycard I was given was promptly thrown away. I was never even tempted, Una. Not once.”
“I’m sorry. You’re so, um, virile, and I just thought…” I trailed off at the blazing fire in his eyes.
“You thought wrong. You, Una. Only you. And obviously, I need to prove to you how much I’ve missed you. How often I thought of you as I stroked myself, wishing it were you.”
“I’m sorry,” I repeated.
He bent low and kissed me, no anger behind it, only tenderness. “I plan on proving it to you. Over and over again. Until you believe me.”
He shifted, sliding between my legs, already hard. I inhaled sharply.
“Again?” I whispered.
“Always,” he replied. “Until you feel how much you were missed.” He kissed me. “How loved you are.”
I wound my arms around his neck.
“I’m good with that.”
Hand in hand, we walked into the hospital room. Roisin was sitting up against the pillows, looking better. Her color was returning and her eyes gleamed. Her hair was freshly washed, and she smiled when she saw us. If you looked, you could see the droop to her eye and mouth, and the way her arm curled into her lap. But she was improving.
“Finn—darling. Tell me that is decent tea.” She made a clucking sound with her tongue. “You would think they could do an acceptable cup here, for heaven’s sake. I’m still in Ireland after all.”
Finn chuckled, pressing a kiss to her head. “Tea, yes. Una picked you out a scone too. She had one yesterday and said it was delicious.”
I sat beside her, opening the tea and breaking off a piece of scone and handing it to her. “You sound better this morning.”
She nodded, chewing the scone and swallowing. “The doctor was pleased when he came in. Surprised.”
“I’m not,” Sully said with a laugh. “It’s Roisin Black. Nothing is going to keep her down for long. And God forbid you take away her speech. She’s not having that shite.”
I grinned, meeting Roisin’s dancing eyes. They looked like Finn’s. Niall’s were dark like his father’s apparently. Sully had inherited the same deep-brown color from his father, who was Niall’s uncle. Finn had explained all the relationship lines to me. Once Finn went to live with Roisin, they hung around together since Sully lived a few doors away. Although older, Sully treated them as equals.
“He was never a jerk,” Finn explained. “We were tight then. Still are now.”
Roisin tried to wink, the flutter not quite right yet, but I saw the affection in her gaze as she looked at the three men in her hospital room. They all adored her, and the feeling was obviously mutual.
She sipped her tea and finished her scone. She sighed, leaning back on the pillows. “Sully, what I told you. Please repeat to my son and nephew. It’s too many words right now.”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure I’m in agreement with Roisin about this, but I will express her wishes. She has a small cottage in Scotland she inherited years ago.”
Niall looked surprised. “Mum, you never said anything. From whom?”
She shrugged. “An old friend. You never met her.”
Sully continued. “I go and check on it from time to time. I’ve stayed there, and so has your second cousin Bonnie from Canada. It’s a small place. Otherwise, we rent it from time to time—only to people we know.”