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Flipping the fucker off, I take a slug of my whiskey, starting with surprise when Fiona’s pinky finger brushes against mine, curling around it.
I don’t hold hands, but I remember snagging the lass’s pinky finger with mine at Paddy’s fight. At the time, it feltrightsomehow. It feels fucking right now too. I swallow my smile, glaring at Niall as his eyes dart to our entwined pinkies. If he says anything to scare the lass off, I’ll fucking end him. I don’t care if he’s the Reaper. I don’t care if he’s my best mate. I’ll put a bullet through his face.
“I’m taking Mellie back to Ireland again in May,” Niall announces, sipping his whiskey. Thank Christ for the change in conversation.
“She liked it last time?”
“Loved it. I’ll knock her up this time.”
The fucker has been trying to get his wife pregnant for over a year. I’m surprised he hasn’t started tampering with her birth control. Hell, maybe he has.
After a million fucking years, the party starts to wind down. I’ve had enough of the smirks from the rest of the lads in the crew, so I turn to Fiona, who is giggling with Connor’s wee pregnant wife. Something about a muffin recipe.
Bending down, I let my lips brush the outer shell of her ear, a smug feeling shooting through me when I feel her shiver beneath my lips.
“Are ye ready to leave,leannán?” I murmur in her ear. She swallows and nods, turning her big blue eyes up to me.
“Yes. Are you taking me?”
I blink down at her, my brain frozen. Fiona hasneverinvited a lift from anyone. She always has to be told to get in the car. Fuck not holding a lass’s hand.
I slide my hand into hers, tangling our fingers together. “Aye,leannán.”
Fiona grips my hand back, turning to farewell Andie with a smile as Connor wanders over to wrap his arms around his wife, his hands resting on her protruding stomach.
My eyes find Seamus’s over the crowd, and he returns my nod. Tiggy went upstairs to settle Cillian, and Fiona doesn’t object to leaving without saying goodbye to her, so I quickly lead her from the room to where I parked on the street.
Fiona allows me to help her into the SUV, and I take her hand again as I drive her back to her shite neighborhood. When I pull up in front of her dilapidated apartment building, I move to kiss her, freezing inches from her mouth at her words.
“D-do you…do you want to come up?”
Her voice is barely louder than a whisper, her cheeks bright red. My breath catches as I croak out, “yes.”
Fiona nods, fidgeting with her skirt as I slide out of the SUV and hurry around, helping her out before she changes her mind.
I take her hand as she leads me into the building, up the three flights of stairs, and down a dingy corridor until we come to her door. I have never been inside this building, and curiosity is riding me hard. It’s a shithole. Fiona shouldn’t be living somewhere like this.
Biting her lip, Fiona hesitates for the briefest moment, unlocking the door and leading me inside. I stand silently as she flits around, turning on the lights. I don’t want to make any sudden movements in case I spook the lass.
Looking around with interest, it’s bigger than I thought. Three bedrooms lead off the main kitchen and living area. Two more than I would have suspected.
Fiona seems hesitant again, but she squares her shoulders, crossing to me. Taking my hand, her eyes bore into mine as she tugs me across the living area and into one of the bedrooms.
It suits her. There is a neatly made double bed, mismatched nightstands, and a brightly painted wooden closet. Otherwise, the room is rather sparse. A mystery, just like my lass.
Fiona pushes my chest gently, and I obligingly sit down on the edge of her bed, wondering where this is going. My heart is thudding in my chest. I know where I’m hoping it’s going. I shove my hands into the pockets of my suit trousers to hide that they are balled into fists.
Turning to face me, Fiona kicks off her shoes, taking a deep, steadying breath. Jesus fuck. She reaches behind herself, unzipping her dress and letting it slide off her shoulders, pooling on the floor at her feet.
Beautiful. My breath catches, and I sit very still, not wanting to spook her as my eyes slide over her gorgeous body. I’m used to seeing Fiona clad in sexy lingerie and lace. That’s how she dresses at work. That’s not how she’s dressed now.
A faint blush steals across her cheeks as I say nothing, my eyes drinking in the sight of Fiona standing before me, clad in nothing but her plain, white cotton panties and bra. My tongue darts out and wets my dry lips.
This is the real Fiona. She’s brought me into her bedroom, dressed like she normally would, not like she shows the world. I’m getting to see the Fiona she doesn’t let anyone else see. My heart aches in my chest at the thought.
When I don’t move or speak, Fiona takes another deep breath, steps over her pile of clothing, and slowly crosses the room to stand between my knees.
My head tips back to keep my eyes on her face, but she’s only a few inches taller than me now. There’s no artifice in any of her moves. I’m not seeing stripper Fiona tonight. Just Fiona.MyFiona.
