AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Come here,” he says, pulling me into his arms. He leans down and kisses the top of my head.
We stand there holding each other for a long while, just enjoying the closeness. I don’t think either of us will ever take this for granted.
Connor’s phone chimes with a notification that our ride is approaching. “Shall we, Mrs. Murphy?” he asks as he grabs his suitcase handle and mine.
I pick up our two carry-on bags and my purse. “We’re not even married yet.”
Connor follows me out the door and waits beside me while I lock it. He leans over and kisses my cheek. “I’m just practicing.”
Chapter 27
Connor Murphy
Our flight from New York to London is perfect. I was able to talk Kennedy into sitting in first class. She said it wasn’t necessary, but I wanted to spoil her just a bit. Halfway across the Atlantic, we drink a toast to our future with glasses of champagne.
Once we land and collect our luggage, and Kennedy passes through customs, we finally head to the exit. Bruce is waiting for us with the car, looking very sharp in his black uniform. His short dark hair is starting to gray at the temples, giving him an air of distinction.
I take Kennedy’s hand and draw her close. “Darling, this is Bruce Allen, my driver. Bruce, may I present Ms. Kennedy Takahashi, my fiancée.” God, it feels good to finally be able to call her that.
“Your—” Bruce’s eyes widen.
I’d given him a heads-up that I was bringing someone back with me. He just didn’t know she was the woman I’m going to marry.
Kennedy gives him a warm smile. “Hello, Mr. Allen.”
“Just Bruce, miss,” he says with a trace of his Yorkshire accent. “That’ll be fine.”
“Bruce.” Kennedy says. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please call me Kennedy.”
Bruce nods respectfully. “Certainly, miss.”
Bruce is old school, so calling Kennedy by her first name is probably a bit of a stretch for him.
“Excellent,” I say. “Now that we’re all friends, shall we get on the road? Kennedy and I are starving.”
Bruce opens the rear door of the Mercedes, and I motion for Kennedy to slip inside the vehicle. I follow her in, and Bruce closes the door. While he stows our luggage in the boot, Kennedy glances around the black leather interior.
“You have a bar in your car?” she asks, eyeing the small brass rack that holds a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
I shrug guiltily. “It’s for special occasions.”
Bruce slips behind the wheel, and we’re off, heading for London.
“Where’s your apartment located?” Kennedy asks. Her nose is practically pressed against the glass as she stares out her window at the passing scenery.
“Actually, it’s in the same building as Will and Skye’s flat. Our two penthouses take up the entire top floor of the building. We have stunning views of The Thames, and we’re only minutes from the office building. It’s the perfect location.”
Kennedy smiles wistfully. “Remember our flat in London?”
Memories of our time there certainly bring a smile to my face as well. In her flat was where we made love for the first time. I treasure those memories. After Skye moved in with Will, I wasted no time moving in with Kennedy. I was giddy with excitement being so close to her. We spent every free moment together.
I bring her hand to my lips to kiss. “I remember every second.”
She blushes. “Everysecond?”
“Oh, yes.” Just remembering some of the things we did there makes my body stir, and I shift in my seat to make room for an inconvenient erection. I don’t think there was a room—or a flat surface—in that flat we didn’t christen.
Kennedy notices my physical discomfort. Grinning, she whispers, “I guess we’ll be making some new memories in your place.”
