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“She was wet!” Mam defended. “And so are you,” she added with a concerned look. “Go and change your clothes before you catch pneumonia.”
“I will,” I growled, “when you tell me why you screwed me over.”
“I didn’t screw you over, Johnny,” Mam replied. “Don’t be overdramatic.”
“You knew I had a PT session I had to go to this evening.”
Since I’d been banned from the pitch, Jason, my personal trainer, wanted my ass in the pool every evening for the rest of the week.
And now?
Now I was trying to figure how to get myself out of a situation that only had one appealing result.
Shannon naked on my bed. With me naked on top of her. Preferably in her. If my fucked-up dick held out.
Stop it, asshole. Stop those thoughts!
“You knew I needed you to take me because I don’t have my bleeding car,” I hissed, frustrated. “And now? Now, I have a naked girl in my room, Ma. A naked fucking girl and I’m holding her bleeding clothes.”
Stalking toward her, I dumped Shannon’s wet uniform on the counter and glared at her.
“What kind of mother does that to their son?”
“Well, you’re down here with me,” Mam replied calmly, patting my cheek. “So, I raised you well.”
“Ma,” I growled.
“I thought you could do with a rest,” she huffed. “You look so tired, sweetheart.”
Give me strength…
“And you were having so much fun,” she added with a rueful smile. “I haven’t seen you relax like that in years.”
True. But not the point.
“And my car?” I demanded. “What am I supposed to do without my car?”
“Your father’s picking it up on his way home this evening,” she replied, having a bleeding answer for everything. “There’s been some hiccup with the case, so he’ll be home tonight and he’ll take me to the airport in the morning.” She checked her watch and sighed happily. “He should be home any minute. He left Dublin over three hours ago.”
Normally when my mother pushed my buttons, my father would smooth things over, but not this time.
No, because as delighted as I was to hear my dad would be home for the night, Mam had gone way too far this time. She had meddled in something I didn’t want anyone meddling in. She meddled with Shannon.
“Why did you do this?” I repeated.
“Because I think you two are doing a line together on the sly,” Mam said with smirk. “You look so cute together.”
“Doing a line?” I gaped at my mother. “What are you talking about? You know I don’t take drugs! I’m tested all the fucking time.”
“No, love,” Mam chuckled. “Doing a line together as in secretly seeing each other.” Shrugging, she added, “I was trying to let you know that I was okay with you having a girlfriend, and I was trying to make Shannon feel welcome.”
God.
This woman.
“Well, I can assure you that I am not doing lines of anything—cocaine or girls,” I snapped. “We are just friends.”
“She’s a lovely girl, Johnny,” Mam offered. “Seems very fond of you.” She turned to look at me when she said, “You could do a lot worse than a nice girl like her.”
