Page 98 of Twilight Tides
His calloused palm cupped my face, drawing me back to him. “I do understand. I understand you feel you owe her. But she doesn’t want you working for her because you feel you owe her. She wants you working there because it makes you happy.”
“I can’t walk away.” I shrugged, feeling like I was disappointinghimnow. “I know it’s not the most perfectarrangement for us as we explore our relationship. The hours are shitty, I know, but?—”
“London, I don’t care about that. I’d make this work with you if you had to take a job in goddamn Australia. I care about your happiness. Can you honestly tell me you’re content at the B and B?”
When he stared soulfully into my eyes like that, I couldn’t lie. So I evaded instead. “Like I told you before, I’m notnotcontent.”
At his tightening expression, I kissed him, distracting him. “Come shower with me.” I slid my hand between his legs again. “Show me forty-year-olds still have it.”
“Och, you’re in for it now.”
I stifled my amusement, remembering Kelly was just down the hall, as Murray hauled me out of the bed and over his shoulder.
I was still giggling as he lowered me gently into the shower and then blasted the cold on us. “You bastard!” I shrieked.
Murray’s laughter bounced off the tiles, his Scottish blood handling the chill like it was nothing as he donned a condom. I playfully pushed away his advances, pretending to be pissed, but as the water turned warm and then hot, I found myself pliant and wanting as he thrust into me, stealing more than kisses, more than orgasms.
Stealing my heart over and over …
I was on the cusp of coming when Murray suddenly tensed against me, his expression slackening with surprise.
Then I heard it.
The loud banging on the bathroom door.
“Dad!”
Oh shit.
“Kelly?”
“Dad!”
“Bloody hell,” he murmured, giving me an apologetic look as he pulled out.
I shook my head, pushing him out of the shower. “Go,” I murmured as I switched off the water.
Murray quickly shrugged into his robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door and hurried out, closing it behind him to conceal my presence.
“What’s wrong?” I heard his muffled question.
I tiptoed out of the shower, grabbing a towel as I neared the door so I could listen.
“Jill has been calling me on and off since four in the morning. I put my phone on silent, but I have all these crazy voice messages from her.” Kelly sounded bewildered and furious. And hurt.
“What is she saying?”
“Listen.”
I slowly, quietly dried off as Jill’s voice reached my ears. I couldn’t hear all of it because she appeared to be slurring, but the gist of it was that Jill couldn’t get through to Murray because Murray had blocked her. She listed all her grievances against him.
“What does she mean by ‘your dad better hold up his end of things’?”
Oh goodness, the Walsh brothers plan. She’d almost let it slip to Kelly. The selfish moron!
“I paid her bail,” Murray lied.
I winced for him, knowing he hated lying to his daughter.
