Page 97 of Three Irish Kings
“How’d it go at your da’s?”
I stiffen. “Fine.”
“You don’t sound like it was particularly fine.”
“I’m just... tired.” I run a hand through my hair, and she walks up to me, leaning in close and putting her hand on the back of my shoulder.
“That’s because you never sleep. Come on, at least come cuddle with me on the couch. You owe me after that spanking.”
I bark out a laugh and follow her, unable to resist.
I don’t plan on sleeping, but she’s right–my body is exhausted. I can at least rest.
I sit down on the couch, and she instantly cuddles up next to me, her head on my shoulder.
“Tell me more about your childhood.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have many fun childhood stories.”
She bites her lip. “My da wasn’t a good guy, either.”
I frown. “Thought you said he was an investment banker.”
She shrugs. “I lied.”
“Of course, you did.” I narrow my eyes at her, but I’m not feeling particularly incensed. Tired, mostly, on the verge of dozing off.
“Hey, maybe I didn’t want to air my dirty laundry to the people who kidnapped me.”
“I suppose that’s fair enough.”
She yawns, and it makes me yawn.
I should get up, make a pot of coffee. But my eyelids are drifting shut, and Isla feels so warm and small next to me.
No, I have to stay alert. I can’t trust her not to run.
God, I’m so tired; my eyes are so heavy… I’m letting down my guard, and I can’t seem to care one bit.
Maybe I can close my eyes for just one second…
Chapter Twenty-Four
CILLIAN
The tripto Burberry gives me some time to think, and God knows I need it.
I’m losing my mind about the girl we’ve kidnapped, and I can't exactly talk to my best friends about it.
Some part of me knew she was trouble when I’d seen her first in person, in that red dress of hers that left so little to the imagination. The way she’d flirted with me even in the elevator... that should have been a clue that she was a wildcard.
But the way I feel about her? That’s the real curveball, if I’m honest with myself.
I want her, and not just because she has a tight little body and a pretty face.
