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Sweet, delicious distraction.
I flicked off the television and went down to the bathroom. Most of the bubbles had faded away and she was just reaching for the shampoo. She struggled to get the top open and I laughed lightly.
“Let me help you. I want to tell you a story before bedtime,” I said softly. I knelt beside the bath, and she handed the bottle to me without a fight, thankfully. I soaped her up and then had her rinse before I put some detangling conditioner into her hair. The mop on her head was a lot like mine. We both had fine hair and a lot of it, which made it a bit harder to manage if not properly cared for.
When she was done, I helped her out and toweled her off.
“Look, Mommy. My fingers are pruney,” she exclaimed.
“Did you enjoy your bath?” I asked.
“Yes!”
I grabbed the brush and quickly brushed out her hair. I sprayed some leave-in conditioner on the ends to get through a few particularly difficult snags. To her credit, she waited without complaint. When I was done, she skipped off to her bedroom and I mopped up the floor from the water she’d splashed all over before emptying the tub. I’d fish out her toys later.
I followed her to the bedroom and helped get her ready for bed. She had picked out her own pajamas and insisted on putting them on herself while I picked out a book to read.
When she was ready, we sat together in her full-sized bed and snuggled while I read to her. By the time I was finished, her little face was splitting with one yawn after the next and I put the book aside. I kissed her forehead and tucked her into bed.
I shut off the lights and her starry sky nightlight kicked on.
“Goodnight, Emma. Sleep well for me,” I whispered.
“Night, Mommy,” she murmured, already halfway asleep. I closed her door and went back to pick up a few things around the apartment before stalling in the kitchen. There was a bottle of wine on the counter that I hadn’t quite figured out what to do with yet that was calling out to me. It had been delivered with the groceries.
I didn’t remember the last time I’d been able to indulge in a glass. I looked through my drawers to see if I even had a wine opener and I finally found one pushed all the way to the back in one that I hadn’t even gone through before.
I practically squealed in victory, before clapping my hand over my mouth. Emma slept pretty lightly in the hour or two after she went to bed, and I didn’t want to wake her up.
I opened and poured a glass when I’d gotten hold of myself and sat down to wrangle my feelings about a certain someone. I took a sip and sighed quietly at the delectable flavors washing over my tongue.
I looked at the bottle again. The label was beautiful with a woman in a flowing red dress taking up much of it. It was a cabernet sauvignon that I would have to remember if I ever bought a bottle for myself in the future.
It was probably too expensive for my budget.
I savored every sip. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and navigated to the internet browser. I pressed on the search window and typed in Kieran’s full name.
There wasn’t much to find.
I scrolled through one page of results after another until I came across one community newspaper’s website. There in the middle of the picture was Kieran. There were a few men to either side that looked like him. The picture label named them all as the Murphy family.
They were credited to helping a local restaurant rebuild after a gas explosion. There was nothing mysterious or dangerous about the article at all.
Maybe he was something boring like a consultant that just made a lot of money doing what he did. I saved the picture to my phone. With a sigh, I got up and refilled my glass with only about half of what I had before. I turned off all the lights, carried my wine with me and went off to my bedroom. I closed the door and placed the glass down on my dresser.
I stripped down to my bra and panties. I tossed my dirty clothes into my basket, before taking off my bra and pulling on a long nightshirt that went to about mid-thigh. I climbed into bed and sighed, sipping very slowly on the rest of the wine before lying back.
I plugged in my phone and put it down.
Then I picked it back up.
I opened the picture of Kieran and zoomed in on his face. I stared into those stormy mysterious blue eyes, wanting to know the man that was behind them.
My clit throbbed.
The arousal that had billowed up earlier this afternoon had taken a backseat and now it seemed stronger than ever. My hand brushed over my breast, finding my nipple rock hard. When I checked the left side, I found the same.
My thighs slid against one another. They seemed extra sensitive tonight and I worried my bottom lip with my teeth.
