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Jude had her answer the minute she stepped into her little office. The lump under the covers on the little bed was bound to be Darcy, which meant the journal entry would have to wait a bit longer.
No matter, Jude thought, amused and delighted that her new friends had felt at home enough to settle in for the night. Despite her aching head, she all but danced into the shower.
It had been the best night of her life. She didn’t care how pathetic that sounded, she thought as she ducked her head under the hot spray. It had been wonderful—the talk and the laughter, the foolishness. These two interesting women had come to her, enjoyed her, made her feel part of what they had together.
A friendship. Just as easy as that. And none of it had hinged on where she’d gone to school, what she did for a living, where she’d grown up. It was all about who she was, what she had to say, how she felt.
And not a little to do with her wardrobe, she added with a giggle. But her clothes were a reflection of who she was, weren’t they? At least a reflection of how she saw herself. And why shouldn’t she be flattered that a beautiful woman like Darcy Gallagher admired her clothes?
Still smiling, she stepped out to dry off, then took a couple of aspirin out of the medicine cabinet. She wrapped the towel around her, figuring she could find something to wear just by cruising her bedroom floor, then with her hair a dripping mass of curls she stepped out into the hall.
Her first shriek could have cracked glass—it certainly scored her throat and caused her abused head to reel. The second came out more like a yip as she clutched at the towel and gaped at Aidan.
“Sorry to startle you, darling, but I did knock—front and back—before letting myself in.”
“I was—I was in the shower.”
“So I see.” And what a treat for the eyes she was, he decided, with her all pink and damp and her hair dripping in wet ropes about her shoulders. A dense, glossy brown it was against that pink and white skin.
It took all a man’s will not to just step forward and take a bite somewhere.
“You—you can’t just come in.”
“Well, the back door was unlocked, as back doors usually are hereabouts.” He continued to smile, to look directly into her eyes. Though it was tempting—more than tempting—to let his gaze go wandering. “And I saw Brenna’s lorry parked in your street, so I figured she and Darcy were still here. They are still here, aren’t they?”
“Yes, but—”
“I need to fetch Darcy. She has the lunch shift today and she tends to forget such matters.”
“We’re not dressed.”
“I’ve seen that for myself, darling, and I’ve tried not to comment on it overly. But since you mention it, I’d like to say you’re looking lovely this morning. Fresh as a rose and. . .” He stepped a little closer and sniffed at her. “Twice as fragrant.”
“How’s a body to sleep with all that yammering going on!” Jude jolted as Brenna’s voice erupted from the bedroom. “Kiss her, for sweet Christ’s sake, Aidan, and stop talking her ear off.”
“Well, now, I was working my way along to it.”
“No!” The squeal was so foolish, Jude immediately wished to be buried alive. The best she could do was dash to the bedroom and snatch up a sweater. Before she’d pushed her way through the piles for trousers, Aidan had come in behind her.
“Mother of God, what secret female ritual results in this?”
“Jesus, Aidan, put a cork in it, will you? Me head’s falling off me shoulders.”
He crouched down beside the tangle of red hair. “You know wine gives you a bad head, lass, if you overindulge.”
“There wasn’t any beer,” Brenna muttered.
“Then what’s a body to do, after all? I brought along the Gallagher Fix.”
“Did you?” She rolled, turning her white face and bleary eyes up to him and grasping at his hand. “Truly? God bless you, Aidan. The man’s a saint, Jude. A saint, I tell you. There should be a monument to him in the square of Ardmore.”
“When you get yourself on your feet, crawl down to the kitchen. I brought a jug along just in case.” He gave Brenna a light kiss on the forehead. “Now where’s my sister?”
“She’s in my office, the second bedroom,” Jude told him with what she hoped was cool dignity as she clutched the clothes to her breast.
“Is there much breakable in there?”
“I beg your pardon?”
Aidan straightened. “Just pay no mind to the screams and crashes. I’ll do my best to keep the property damage to a minimum.”
“What does he mean by that?” Jude hissed the question at Brenna the moment he was out of the room, even as she rushed to drag on the slacks.
“Oh.” Brenna yawned hugely. “Just that Darcy doesn’t wake cheerful.”
At the first scream, Brenna clutched her head and moaned. Shocked, Jude yanked the sweater over her head and rushed toward the sound of the thumps and curses.
“Get your hands off me, you blackhearted baboon. I’ll kick your ass from here to Tuesday.”
“It’s your ass that’ll be kicked if you don’t get it out of bed and to work, my girl.”
If the words and the vicious tone in which they were delivered had shocked her, it was nothing to the visual impact. Jude burst into the room in time to see Aidan, his face grim and set, d
rag Darcy, dressed in nothing but her bra and panties, from the bed to the floor.
“Why, you brute! Stop that this minute!” Driven to protect her new friend, Jude leaped forward. The order and the movement managed to distract Aidan just long enough for Darcy to ball her fist, bare her teeth, and deliver a short-armed punch straight to his crotch.
Jude wasn’t sure the sound he made was human. Torn between yet another layer of shock and a wave of pure female amusement that she wasn’t the least bit proud of, she watched Aidan crumple to his knees and Darcy fall on him like a she-wolf.
“Ouch. Jesus! Bloody hell!” He did what he could to defend himself as his sister thumped, yanked, and bit exactly as he’d taught her, and still wheezing from that first blow, he finally managed to pin her.
“One of these days, Darcy Alice Mary Gallagher, I’m going to forget you’re a female and plant one on you.”
“Go ahead, you great bully.” She thrust out her chin, blew her hair out of her eyes. “Plant one now.”
“I’d likely break my hand on that face of yours. However pretty it is, it’s stretched over a skull made of rock.”
Then they were grinning at each other, and he was rubbing his hand over her face with what surely was as much affection as exasperation. Jude just kept staring as they got to their feet.
“Put some clothes on, you shameless hussy, and get in to work.”
Darcy pushed at her hair and didn’t seem in the least bothered by the recent tumble. “Jude, can I borrow the blue cashmere jumper?”
“Um, yes, of course.”
“Oh, you’re a sweetheart, you are.” She danced by, giving Jude a peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll tidy up what I can before I go.”
“Oh, well, that’s all right. I’ll make coffee.”
“That would be lovely. Tea even better if you have it.”
“Coffee?” Aidan said when Darcy had sauntered out the door. “I think you owe me a cup at least.”
“Owe you?”
He stepped toward Jude. “That’s the second time you’ve distracted me in battle and caused me to take a blow I’d have dodged otherwise. Oh, and very well you might bite your cheek to hold back the grin, but I see your eyes laughing clear enough.”
“I’m sure you’re mistaken.” Jude looked deliberately aside. “But I’ll make the coffee.”
“And how’s your head faring this morning?” he asked as he followed her out and down the stairs.
“It’s fine.”
He lifted a brow. “No ill effects due to squeezing a bit too much of the grape?”
“Maybe a little headache.” She was too proud of it to be embarrassed. “I took some aspirin.”
“I’ve better than that for you.” He rubbed a hand casually over the back of her neck, miraculously hitting just the spot that made her want to purr, then moved to the counter as they entered the kitchen. The jar he picked up was filled with some dark and dangerous-looking red liquid.
“Gallagher’s Fix. It’ll set you up right and tight.”
“It looks awful.”
“Not a half-bad taste all in all, though some say it needs a bit of acquiring.” He took a glass from the cupboard. “When a man serves drinks for a living, he’s honor-bound to have a cure for the morning after.”
“It’s only a little headache.” She studied the glass he poured dubiously.
“Then drink only a little, and I’ll fix you some breakfast.”
“You will?”
“A bit of this, a bit of that, and a little lie-me-down.” He nudged the glass on her. She was a bit pale and her eyes were shadowed. He wanted to cuddle her until she felt herself again. “You’ll wake up forgetting you had a hedonistic orgy last night.”
“It wasn’t an orgy. There weren’t any men.”
He grinned, fast and bright. “Next time invite me. Here now, sip a little and start the coffee, and some tea as well. I’ll see to the rest.”
