don’t know if I could sit in a room of white women and talk to them that easily,” she admitted. “That takes a lot of guts or a lot of love for you and those kids.”
Lizzy watched Tristan. She supposed growing up around the Callahans would have that kind of effect on most people. The multi-race family didn’t see color and had hearts as big as Ireland.
Later that night, Lizzy decided that she had the world’s best kids. They took the news of not going back home for a while like champs. They considered moving into Tristan’s home an adventure.
Lizzy helped the kids put their things away, while Tristan made dinner. She knew he could cook adult meals, but wondered how he fared with a kid’s menu. As the smells of something delicious began wafting upstairs, she decided to find out.
Tristan was pulling something out of the oven when she walked into the kitchen. “Honey, it smells wonderful.” She moved closer to inspect the dish. “I think the kids will love it.”
“It’s chicken parmesan. I used to love that as a kid.”
“I’m amazed.” Lizzy reached into the cabinets for some plates. She thought how organic the whole scene was to her. She placed the plates on the table, along with silverware and drink glasses. She took a step back to judge her handiwork. Everything was in place, including her. Tristan’s wrapped his strong arms around her and he kissed her on the neck.
“Scary, isn’t it? Everything in the right place at the right time and nowhere to run. Yeah, the circumstances aren’t ideal, but that just makes the ride more fun.”
She turned and faced him. “You knew exactly what I was thinking,” she told him. “It was never like this in my marriage.”
“Mine either. We can’t let this scare us, just ride it out.”
“What are you saying?” She looked at him, trying to figure out how much was Irish Blarney and how much was Tristan MacDonald.
He chuckled. “I’m not saying that we’re getting married. We’re just enjoying each other’s company.”
“Of course.” She hadn’t wanted to scare him, knowing that he was just as frightened of a trip down the altar as she was.
Tuesday morning, Lizzy was finally allowed back in her home. The police were still there, but there were done searching. Tristan had a very important meeting with some of the bigwigs of the city, so he couldn’t escort her, but he did the next best thing. He had a Callahan escort her. It wasn’t Brad, but his brother, Sean.
Sean was just as handsome as Brad, but instead of being built like a linebacker, Sean reminded her of a model. He had a slender, athletic build, but he was a man with power. Sean worked for the CIA.
When Lizzy arrived at her home, Sean and his team was already there. She also remembered Sean from Izzy’s wedding. He was dressed in a dark suit that seemed to set off those green eyes.
She extended her hand to him. “Hello, Sean. Thank you for coming.”
Sean smiled as he took her hand. “Nice to see you again, Lizzy. Sorry it’s under these circumstances.” He released her hand when his cell phone buzzed. He held up a finger, asking her to wait, and didn’t wait for an answer. He took a step away from her to take his call. But not before she heard the words, “Yes, Mr. President.”
Lizzy gasped, knowing that she was in earshot of the president of these United States. She quickly scanned the neighborhood, looking for other agents, but there were none. Calm down girl, it was just a phone call, not a visit.
“Sorry, about that. Work,” Sean said. “Now let’s go check out this house.” He opened the door and they went inside.
This house wasn’t her house anymore. The smell of death was very evident. It give her a chill. Initially, she had thought she’d pick up a few things from the house, but now she didn’t want to bring that energy into Tristan’s house.
“Intel
Lizzy watched Tristan. She supposed growing up around the Callahans would have that kind of effect on most people. The multi-race family didn’t see color and had hearts as big as Ireland.
Later that night, Lizzy decided that she had the world’s best kids. They took the news of not going back home for a while like champs. They considered moving into Tristan’s home an adventure.
Lizzy helped the kids put their things away, while Tristan made dinner. She knew he could cook adult meals, but wondered how he fared with a kid’s menu. As the smells of something delicious began wafting upstairs, she decided to find out.
Tristan was pulling something out of the oven when she walked into the kitchen. “Honey, it smells wonderful.” She moved closer to inspect the dish. “I think the kids will love it.”
“It’s chicken parmesan. I used to love that as a kid.”
“I’m amazed.” Lizzy reached into the cabinets for some plates. She thought how organic the whole scene was to her. She placed the plates on the table, along with silverware and drink glasses. She took a step back to judge her handiwork. Everything was in place, including her. Tristan’s wrapped his strong arms around her and he kissed her on the neck.
“Scary, isn’t it? Everything in the right place at the right time and nowhere to run. Yeah, the circumstances aren’t ideal, but that just makes the ride more fun.”
She turned and faced him. “You knew exactly what I was thinking,” she told him. “It was never like this in my marriage.”
“Mine either. We can’t let this scare us, just ride it out.”
“What are you saying?” She looked at him, trying to figure out how much was Irish Blarney and how much was Tristan MacDonald.
He chuckled. “I’m not saying that we’re getting married. We’re just enjoying each other’s company.”
“Of course.” She hadn’t wanted to scare him, knowing that he was just as frightened of a trip down the altar as she was.
Tuesday morning, Lizzy was finally allowed back in her home. The police were still there, but there were done searching. Tristan had a very important meeting with some of the bigwigs of the city, so he couldn’t escort her, but he did the next best thing. He had a Callahan escort her. It wasn’t Brad, but his brother, Sean.
Sean was just as handsome as Brad, but instead of being built like a linebacker, Sean reminded her of a model. He had a slender, athletic build, but he was a man with power. Sean worked for the CIA.
When Lizzy arrived at her home, Sean and his team was already there. She also remembered Sean from Izzy’s wedding. He was dressed in a dark suit that seemed to set off those green eyes.
She extended her hand to him. “Hello, Sean. Thank you for coming.”
Sean smiled as he took her hand. “Nice to see you again, Lizzy. Sorry it’s under these circumstances.” He released her hand when his cell phone buzzed. He held up a finger, asking her to wait, and didn’t wait for an answer. He took a step away from her to take his call. But not before she heard the words, “Yes, Mr. President.”
Lizzy gasped, knowing that she was in earshot of the president of these United States. She quickly scanned the neighborhood, looking for other agents, but there were none. Calm down girl, it was just a phone call, not a visit.
“Sorry, about that. Work,” Sean said. “Now let’s go check out this house.” He opened the door and they went inside.
This house wasn’t her house anymore. The smell of death was very evident. It give her a chill. Initially, she had thought she’d pick up a few things from the house, but now she didn’t want to bring that energy into Tristan’s house.
“Intel
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