you speak, actually. It’s very…swoon-worthy.”
“Swoon-worthy?”
“Very.”
“Huh, how ‘bout that, eh?” He drawled. “This whole time I’ve been walking around with an Irish accent that I thought would make women run, and here I’ve learned it does quite the opposite. It’s swoon-worthy .”
I laughed. “I think you’re teasing me, Mr. Burke. I have an inkling that you do know just how much of an effect your accent has on women.”
“If I were teasing you, Emery love…you would know it.” Caid pulled me off my chair and quickly placed me on his lap. “Your last name isn’t Board, is it?”
My eyes lit up. “How did you know?! Wow! Not only are you master of the art of pouring a good bowl of cereal, but you’re Irish…and a great guesser.”
“It’s really Board? Wow, your parents must have hated you.”
“It’s not Board. Actually, my mother loved me very much, thank you, sir. It’s M—Finn.” I placed a chaste kiss on his lips as my hands laid upon his chest. “Add great kisser to the repertoire.”
“You’re not too shabby yourself, Emery Finn.” Caid grinned, Cheshire-cat-wide. “What do you write?”
“Books.”
“Books. Huh. I would have never guessed that one. Suppose I’m not a master sleuth after all.”
“And here I was thinking you were a nice boy. You’re just mean.” I pretended to pout, turning my face away from his.
Caid gently grabbed my chin between his finger and thumb, turning my face back to him. “I’m actually a very mean boy. You should probably stay away from me, Emery Finn.” His eyes burned every imaginable shade of green, accentuated by the black ring holding all the breathtaking color in place. “Tell me I can see you again, so I can show you just how mean I can be.”
I lost my breath—I gasped, closed my eyes, and smothered a whimper. The barrier of clothing between us was too much. I felt the strain in his jeans, I knew what was beneath me. So close, yet so far away.
“Who watches Caleb while you’re at work?” I breathed when his mouth left mine.
“He goes to daycare.” Caid kissed and nipped my earlobe. “I also have nanny for the nights when I’m gone.”
I knew then, that the daycare group I had seen, namely that one little boy that hive-fived Caid, was Caleb. I wanted to tell him that I saw him before I saw him. That I stood outside his firehouse and watched him with his son. I decided against it. Thinking it may come off as creepy. Just a tad.
***
Friday, July 5 — 1:16 pm
I told Caid that I needed to get back home, and give him some time with his son. He insisted on driving me back to Maggie’s on Lakeshore East. He said he wasn’t going to let me take a cab or bus on my own. A small part of me smiled at the sweet yet controlled gesture.
Caleb bounded out the front door, with an Iron Man action figure (I was vehemently corrected by Caleb when I mistakenly referred to it as a doll ), and waited at the back door of Caid’s truck. Part of me was expecting a minivan, or at least some kind of sedan. Suppose I was used to Matt and his obsession with Volvo’s.
Caid drove a truck. A real truck. It was the kind that was too high to simply slide in. I had to grab a handle and hoist myself up. Caid lifted his son into a raised booster on the backseat and fastened his seatbelt. He scruffed Caleb’s dark hair with his large hand before smiling at his son and closing the door.
Climbing into the cab beside me, Caid cranked the engine and a fire lit inside me. It purred madness. No, not like a kitten. Not even any type of domestic cat. It roared like a fucking lion. The king of the freaking jungle.
“Whoa!” I giggled as Caid shifted into gear and pulled out onto the street. “Do those serve a purpose, or are they part of some interesting complex you may have?” I whispered, pointing to the large black stacks set into the bed of the truck.
“You passed out before you got a chance to find out, love. But,
“Swoon-worthy?”
“Very.”
“Huh, how ‘bout that, eh?” He drawled. “This whole time I’ve been walking around with an Irish accent that I thought would make women run, and here I’ve learned it does quite the opposite. It’s swoon-worthy .”
I laughed. “I think you’re teasing me, Mr. Burke. I have an inkling that you do know just how much of an effect your accent has on women.”
“If I were teasing you, Emery love…you would know it.” Caid pulled me off my chair and quickly placed me on his lap. “Your last name isn’t Board, is it?”
My eyes lit up. “How did you know?! Wow! Not only are you master of the art of pouring a good bowl of cereal, but you’re Irish…and a great guesser.”
“It’s really Board? Wow, your parents must have hated you.”
“It’s not Board. Actually, my mother loved me very much, thank you, sir. It’s M—Finn.” I placed a chaste kiss on his lips as my hands laid upon his chest. “Add great kisser to the repertoire.”
“You’re not too shabby yourself, Emery Finn.” Caid grinned, Cheshire-cat-wide. “What do you write?”
“Books.”
“Books. Huh. I would have never guessed that one. Suppose I’m not a master sleuth after all.”
“And here I was thinking you were a nice boy. You’re just mean.” I pretended to pout, turning my face away from his.
Caid gently grabbed my chin between his finger and thumb, turning my face back to him. “I’m actually a very mean boy. You should probably stay away from me, Emery Finn.” His eyes burned every imaginable shade of green, accentuated by the black ring holding all the breathtaking color in place. “Tell me I can see you again, so I can show you just how mean I can be.”
I lost my breath—I gasped, closed my eyes, and smothered a whimper. The barrier of clothing between us was too much. I felt the strain in his jeans, I knew what was beneath me. So close, yet so far away.
“Who watches Caleb while you’re at work?” I breathed when his mouth left mine.
“He goes to daycare.” Caid kissed and nipped my earlobe. “I also have nanny for the nights when I’m gone.”
I knew then, that the daycare group I had seen, namely that one little boy that hive-fived Caid, was Caleb. I wanted to tell him that I saw him before I saw him. That I stood outside his firehouse and watched him with his son. I decided against it. Thinking it may come off as creepy. Just a tad.
***
Friday, July 5 — 1:16 pm
I told Caid that I needed to get back home, and give him some time with his son. He insisted on driving me back to Maggie’s on Lakeshore East. He said he wasn’t going to let me take a cab or bus on my own. A small part of me smiled at the sweet yet controlled gesture.
Caleb bounded out the front door, with an Iron Man action figure (I was vehemently corrected by Caleb when I mistakenly referred to it as a doll ), and waited at the back door of Caid’s truck. Part of me was expecting a minivan, or at least some kind of sedan. Suppose I was used to Matt and his obsession with Volvo’s.
Caid drove a truck. A real truck. It was the kind that was too high to simply slide in. I had to grab a handle and hoist myself up. Caid lifted his son into a raised booster on the backseat and fastened his seatbelt. He scruffed Caleb’s dark hair with his large hand before smiling at his son and closing the door.
Climbing into the cab beside me, Caid cranked the engine and a fire lit inside me. It purred madness. No, not like a kitten. Not even any type of domestic cat. It roared like a fucking lion. The king of the freaking jungle.
“Whoa!” I giggled as Caid shifted into gear and pulled out onto the street. “Do those serve a purpose, or are they part of some interesting complex you may have?” I whispered, pointing to the large black stacks set into the bed of the truck.
“You passed out before you got a chance to find out, love. But,
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