Page 56 of Illicit Temptation

“Shea?” A voice I don’t recognize, and without a lilt, brings my head up.

“Dr. O’Rourke,” I say and pry Shea from me.

“Darragh?” Shea addresses her brother.

He looks from me to her. “What’s wrong?”

Her breathing goes ragged, and the woman who has an answer for everything, can’t speak.

“An unhappy client had the nerve to bark her displeasure,” I speak for her. “Here in public. I put a stop to it.”

“Thank goodness.” Darragh squeezes my shoulder. “Who’s the client, I’ll get Lachlan—”

“No,” Shea says, smoothing her dress. “Trace handled it.Ihandled it. It did wipe me out, though. Can you send my apologies to Kieran? I’m going to skip dinner and go home.”

That means I’m leaving, too.

“Of course.” Darragh, my buddy Cormac’s twin, another blond O’Rourke doctor leans in and hugs her.

He’s younger than she is, but so tall she disappears in his arms. “I hear you’re coming to Dunbar with us.”

“I am.” She perks up. “Can you call me in more Ambien? I’m running low.”

“Sure.” He lays one more kiss on her forehead. “How are you getting home?”

“I’ll take care of it,” I say, even though we took the helicopter here and the pilot is expecting a few more hours off. “I’ll take care of her.”

My voice raises an eyebrow, maybe giving me away.

“I’ll be fine,” Shea says, tugging his arm. “Kiss Sophie and JP for me when you get home.”

“Will do.” He gives me a nod and struts away in a white suit jacket and black pants that remind me of Frank Sinatra.

When we’re alone, Shea exhales. “Shoot, how are we getting home? Maybe I should just sleep at Divona. You deserve a night off. Go home to your apartment. Where in the city is it?”

“I can tell you that. But then I’ll have to kill you,” I joke.

“Right. I have guards and gates. You don’t.”

“I don’t need a guard. No one’s getting near me who’s not supposed to be.” I take out my phone and after a few clicks, I get a confirmation text. “Our ride home will be here in three minutes.”

“Uber Black, I assume. Impressive. Let me know how much—”

I stop her with my lips resting on hers like I can’t help it. The lush, warmth of her mouth zings me with memories from our night in Vegas. Making my heart happy. And something else a few feet lower.

“I got the ride home. And how about for the rest of the night, you’re not my client?”

She swallows. “Then...who am I?”

“A woman I’m dying to fuck.”

BUT WE’RE NOT IN Alimo where I can raise a partition and lower my pants. In the GMC SUV, Shea keeps her head on my shoulder. At my request, the driver keeps on a soft jazz station.

“Oh, Darragh called in the script for me already.” Shea checks her phone. “Can we stop at the pharmacy?”

“We can, but I’ll get out and grab it for you.” Thisisn’tan Uber Black, this is Rian Quinlan driving, my cousins’ half-brother, and he’s more armed than me.

We stop at Shea’s neighborhood pharmacy where I give a nod to Rian, signaling to protect her. The tension releases in my shoulders while picking up her meds.

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