Page 78 of Dust to Dust

I rolled my eyes at them. “I’m so glad the two of you could ruin a sweet moment.”

Brooke jerked her thumb at the backdoor. “While Henry’s occupied, why don’t you help me get the groceries in?”

Quinn shook his head. “I’ll have Shane do it.”

As he reached for his phone, Brooke creased her brows. “Who is Shane?”

“His bodyguard.”

She snorted. “Since he’s bringing in the groceries, he sounds more like Quinn’s bitch.”

With a smirk, Quinn countered, “Yeah, go ahead and say that to him when his 6’7”, three hundred pound self gets in here.”

“We can at least go help him,” I replied. When Quinn started to protest, I argued, “The sooner we get the groceries, the sooner I can make us breakfast.”

Both Quinn and Brooke yelled, “No, you’re not!”

I pinched the bridge above my nose. “Guys, I’m fine.”

“You’re going to lie down right now,” Brooke instructed as Quinn nodded.

“I’ll have breakfast delivered from my house. Our cook always makes enough.”

Brooke’s brows arched into her hairline. “You have a full-time cook?”

“Yes. I do.”

A devious little grin broke out on her lips. “Okay, Isla, if you don’t marry him maybe I will!”

Chapter Nineteen: Quinn

As I reclined on Isla’s sofa with her in my arms, I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt happier. It had to have been before the bombing, and the more I thought about it, nothing compared to the feeling of being with her.

Two days had passed since her assault. I’d only left her side long enough to check in at the club. The first night I’d offered to sleep in the guest bedroom, but Isla had refused. Instead, I’d stuffed myself into her Queen sized bed.

After an uncomfortable night, I’d wanted to order a new bedroom suite with a California King to accommodate my large frame, but I knew Isla would lose her mind. She’d already objected to me ordering out for lunch and dinner. So, last night I folded myself into bed once again.

Today she’d talked me into being a couch potato and watching movies. Since I was a huge fan of the cinema, I didn't have any objections. But she’d bypassed the latest action or dramas on Netflix. Instead, she’d gone for some period piece with irritating Brits. I had the feeling I was in for a day of torture. I even debated calling Caterina over to take my place.

Just as the pompous sounding arse of a hero was about to win the equally annoying lass, my phone rang. When I saw Callum’s name, I chose to ignore it. I knew he wanted to bring me up to date about the Jersey Bratva. For once, I didn’t want to have to deal with the business. I just wanted to be a normal guy and enjoy a day of ease with a girl.

After it continued ringing, Isla raised her brows at me. “Shouldn’t you get that?”

“I know it’s business, and I don’t want anything taking away my time with you.”

Her eyes lit up at my remark. “While that’s very sweet, I don’t want to be the one coming between you and your empire.”

I snorted. “My criminal empire?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine. I’ll go ahead and take it since he’ll probably just keep blowing up my phone.”

Jerking her thumb at the door, Isla asked, “Would you like me to go?”

“No. It’s fine.”

When I finally picked up my phone, it was now on the third missed call from Callum. He started up again, and I slid my finger across the screen. “Hello?”

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