Page 30 of Wrong Bed Right Alien

“We’re skipping breakfast. And we’re leaving without saying goodbye.”

He grinned and ran his fingers over her cheek. “Sounds good to me.”

He finished dressing, then grabbed her hand and opened the door. It felt a bit like busting out of prison. Sneaking down the hall, they tiptoed quietly down the death trap stairs, holding their breaths and hoping they didn’t run into the maid.

Luckily, the stairs were close to the foyer and finding their way out was easy.

Inhaling a breath of relief as they slinked outside, Kimber said a silent prayer that she could get the clown car started and rolling down the driveway before Pel came running and tried to drag them back to his cult.

Getting in, she looked at Ethan as he slipped into the passenger seat. He smiled at her with so much warmth that she didn’t have the heart to let him know this tiny car might careen off the muddy road and into the ocean.

Squeezing his shoulder, she gave him a little pat and then reached for her seatbelt.

“You’d better buckle up.”

Eyeing her skeptically, he pulled the seatbelt over his chest. Miraculously, she started the car and got it going down the road without killing it. Deep ruts had settled into the dirt deep enough to blow a tire. Navigating around them, she gripped the steering wheel in a death hold until they’d reached the bottom of the last hill.

Dingle was a smooth ride ahead.

How was she going to explain this to Jim? Now that the trial of navigating bad roads was over, anxiety about work came to the surface. Ethan’s presence was both a comfort and a reminder that she’d been very unprofessional last night. That, and she’d basically given Pel the middle finger by walking out this morning.

“I’m going to get fired.”

Glancing at Ethan, she swallowed a well of panic. She should have stayed and prompted Pel for the interview again. Being persistent was the correct thing to do in this case, not run off with the man she’d just slept with… in her client’s home.

“Jim is going to be furious. I have to go back.”

Ethan’s hand slid protectively over hers. “It’s not safe for you to go back. That man is insane.”

She huffed a humorless laugh. “I grew up with insane, remember? My father was the poster boy for alien abduction.”

Ethan turned to face her in his seat. “Pel admitted that he only asked you to come here to talk about his alien theories. Your boss should clearly see that this isn’t your fault.”

He was right, but he didn’t know Jim.

Feeling a little more confident about her decision to leave the castle, Kimber pulled into the pub’s parking lot at Ethan’s request. Taking her hand, he grabbed her over for a mind-numbing kiss.

“I want to see you tonight.”

“Come to my hotel room.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Taking out her cellphone, she handed it to him so he could input his phone number. And then he kissed her again and got out of the car.

Grinning, she watched him walk down the sidewalk as the morning sun blossomed in the surrounding sky.

Her phone chimed. Ethan must be texting to make sure the numbers were input correctly. Biting her lower lip in anticipation, she opened the message app.

It was Jim.I need a status update. Call me.

Chapter Thirteen

Kimber

Oh,boy,hadshestepped outside of the professional box.

She’d completely let go of her professionalism and reason for being in Ireland when she stayed in bed with Ethan. Not smart. But she didn’t regret it even a little. Given the chance…. she’d do it again.

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