Page 145 of Road Trip
Maeve pointed her index finger at him, and then at herself. “Lots of reasons. Mostly to do with my following the rules and being a good girl my whole life, which she considers to be a giant waste of time. But mainly, Therese thinks I need a grand romance.”
She knew she was blushing furiously but decided she didn’t care.
He leaned forward in the armchair, his hands braced on his knees. “What about you? Do you want a grand romance?”
“I didn’t think so, but maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
Liam held out his hand. She took it and he pulled her onto his lap. “Any thoughts on who you’d like to be romancing with?”
Maeve tapped his chin with her forefinger. “Now that you mention it, I was thinking it should be a handsome dark-haired stranger.”
“Eh. Two out of three.”
“With a beard. But not one of those scruffy neck beards.”
“I have heard rumors that some ladies do love well-groomed facial hair.”
“I was also thinking I could go for a romance with a man whose masculinity isn’t threatened by having a home that’s surgically clean—even though his vehicle is a rolling trash bin.”
“Oh now. This is getting dangerously close. I’m starting to feel targeted,” he said, as his lips found hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he picked her up and carried her over to the bed, pausing to give Sinead a gentle tap on the flank. “Sorry, girl, time to move along now.”
“Be nice to her,” Maeve warned. “That dog is officially my meal ticket.”
“Move along,please,” Liam said as he picked Sinead up and set her on the floor.
At some point,Maeve dozed off with her head resting on Liam’s chest and only awakened when she felt his fingers trailing down her spine in a leisurely fashion.
“I’m hungry,” she announced. “Are you hungry?”
“Famished. I’ve managed to work up quite an appetite with you.”
She grinned. “Me too. What should we do?”
He lowered the sheet covering them and kissed her breast.
“Not that. I meant for food.”
“Do you want to go out somewhere?”
“Not in the slightest. What I really want to do is stay right here in bed. With you.”
“Splendid,” he agreed.
She snapped her fingers. “Shawn did say to let her know if I needed anything. And since I’m an owner, maybe she’d let us have room service?”
Liam rolled onto his side and handed her the clunky telephone from the nightstand. “One way to find out. I like my steak rare, if you don’t mind, and plenty of butter for my jacket potato.”
Liam carried thedinner trays to the kitchenette, and when he came back to bed, found that Sinead had reclaimed her pillow.
“So it’s gonna be like that, is it?”
Maeve lifted the dog onto her side of the bed. “Come back.”
He sat beside her and kissed her again. “Can’t. I’ve still got some paperwork to do at the distillery, and besides, Lucy is going to be hugely jealous when she sniffs out another dog on my clothes.”
“Tell her I said she better get used to it,” Maeve said, handing him his shirt, which had landed on the nightstand.
