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Grimacing, I pressed ignore. Pity not all families were like the O’Sheas. My brother, Simon, had been blowing up my phone for the last week. I didn’t have it in me to speak to him, not after the shit he pulled.

I’d no sooner ignored the call than Liam walked through his office door with a couple of drinks in his hands. Stopping at my desk, he put one of them next to me.

“Your brother again,mo ghrá?” Liam asks, bending his head to press a kiss to my lips.

“Yeah,” I whisper against his as he slightly lifts his head. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull his head back down to mine for a deeper kiss.

My phone rang again. Grumbling at the interruption, Liam stood back up. “You may as well answer him and find out what he wants. At least that way you can tell him to fuck off.”

Laughing at his grumbling, I press ignore again and stand up. Turning Liam towards my chair, I push him to sit before I make myself comfortable on his lap. I’d never thought I’d be one of those women who loved to sit on her man’s lap, but I’d fast become addicted to it. The man was comfy as fuck.

Liam chuckles at my manoeuvring but doesn’t make any complaint. He likes having me close just as much as I do. We’d no sooner settled in to keep watch on the monitors, and I’d picked up my ice-cold Coke than my phone rang again.

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, stabbing at the answer button, then the speaker. “What do you want?” I snap into the phone.

“Sera, it’s me,” Simon answers.

“I know it’s you, dickhead. What do you want?” I return. Liam, hearing the anger and frustration in my voice, runs his hand up and down my back.

“You’re still angry,” Simon states.

I think about his statement; I had been angry when I’d first found out, but I’d got over the anger. What I was feeling now was hurt and disappointment. After the last weeks with the O’Sheas,I realised how much Simon had hurt me. Family wasn’t meant to stab you in the back like he had.

“Se?”

Inhaling a deep breath, I exhale slowly as Liam runs his fingers up my neck, massaging the tension that had sprung up as soon as I’d answered the phone.

“I’m not angry, Simon. I’m hurt and disappointed that you would backstab your own sister the way you did.”

“I never thought that you’d leave,” he admits.

“Why on earth would I not leave? You stole my company from under me, Si. Why would I stay?”

“I thought we’d run it together,” he admits.

“No, let’s be honest. You thought I’d do all the work, and you’d reap all the rewards. It’s harder than you thought, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” he agrees, then continues, “so when are you coming home?”

“I am home,” I tell him, turning to look at Liam, whose eyes soften when they meet my gaze, his lips tilting up slightly at the corners at my words.

“What are you talking about?” Simon demands. “I have people wanting you to do their installs and won’t have any of the other installers fit them. I’ve told them you’re away but will do them as soon as you’re back. Stop sulking and come home.”

Liam stiffens at the tone of Simon’s voice, and before I can say anything, he erupts. It was then that I realise that while he may have been a second-in-command and that he didn’t enjoy being in charge, the man was all alpha when he needed to be. And oh, my lord, the way his accent thickened just hit all my buttons.

“Listen here, you fucking gobshite. You shut your narky hole and listen to me when I tell you that this is the last time you speak to your sister in that tone.

“Not only did you do her dirty and steal her company from her, but now you think you can talk to her like she’s the dirt beneath your shoe. That’s not happening, do you understand me?”

There was dead silence from the other side of the phone, then Simon decided to open his mouth again, demanding, “And just who the fuck are you, telling me how I can speak to my sister?”

“Who the fuck am I, you little fuckhead? I’ll tell you who the fuck I am. I’m Sera’s man. And I’d better not hear that tone in your voice again. You keep a civil tongue in your head when you speak to her. If you don’t, me and mine will come up there, and I’ll cut it out myself. You get me, boyo?”

“Fuck you, man,” Simon shouts before ending the call.

Liam was still fuming, but me, oh my lord, my panties were wet, and I was ready to ride the man like there was no tomorrow. I was a strong, independent woman, but the way he’d handled that was hot as fuck. Not giving it another second of thought, I stand up, toe my shoes off, and push my jeans and panties down my legs.

“Get your cock out, Liam, I’m about to ride the fuck out of you,” I all but growl, reaching for the button on his jeans.

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