Page 64 of The Seer

CHAPTER20

“Fintan?”

Taryn poked his shoulder, waking him from sleep.

“I’m a wee worn out,aoibhneas mo croí.But if you give me another hour or two, I’ll pleasure ya like?—”

“Fintan!”

The urgency in her tone penetrated his sleep-fogged brain, and he sat up. “What—oh, shite! Am I dreamin’ then?”

“If you are, I am,” she croaked.

At the foot of their bed, Uncle Peter impatiently tapped his foot. He uncrossed his arms as soon as he realized Fintan was awake and focused on him.

“Grand. Now, we’ve a need to hurry, boyo. Follow me.” So saying, his uncle drifted through the closed door.

“Jaysus! What a fuckin’ nightmare to wake to!”

Taryn nodded mutely, her attention locked on the door. She was white as the sheet she clutched to her naked breasts. “He was really here, wasn’t he?”

“Aye, and he’ll be back.” Fintan nudged her, hoping to prompt her into action. “You should dress, Taryn-Taryn. He’ll be salty as a sailor when he discovers we haven’t hightailed it after him.”

“Oh! Right.”

With a wary eye on the door, she scrambled up. It took a simple snap of her fingers to clothe herself, and Fintan was sad for it. Naked Taryn was a sight to behold, and he mourned whenever she covered up. Of a certain, he was a horny bastard, but they had years of separation to make up for.

He rose, smiling when he caught her hot gaze eating up his body. “Should I tell Uncle Peter to feck off?”

“I wish, but no. I’ll be unable to get off while worrying about him watching us.”

“I’m not a feckin’ pervert, girl,” Peter snapped from behind Fintan, scaring the shite out of him.

“What the fuck, man!” He pointed toward the door. “Are ya after givin’ me heart failure?”

A grin transformed his uncle’s face from craggy to jovial elf, and his mischievous twinkle said he’d done it on purpose.

“If you ever enter when Taryn’s naked again, I’ll exorcise your feckin’ spirit from the house, yeah?”

“She’s always in a naked state, same as you, boyo. You’ve been at it for two bleedin’ days. I’ve not wanted to disturb ya, knowin’ the two of you needed to reestablish your love, but time is of the essence, it is. So get hoppin’.”

Taryn’s chirp of laughter drew Fintan’s gaze.

“Sure, and it’s the craic now that you’re dressed, but I’m still bare assed with me flute out.”

“In my experience, men enjoy their ‘flute’ hanging in the breeze and don’t care if others see it. Probably hoping someone will jump on it and play a few notes.”

“Keep your sexy thoughts to a minimum, love, or I’ll have a cockstand before ya know it,”Fintan warned within the confines of their bond.

She smirked, damn her, but honored his request. “Women are more modest in nature.”

“I’ve never understood modesty, meself,” Peter said. “Nothin’ is as grand as a woman’s body.”

“I’m not so self-critical that I don’t believe I’m attractive, but having it all hang out is uncomfortable and dangerous in the wrong company. Thank goodness you’re one of the sweet ones.” She smiled warmly at Peter and won his uncle’s heart in an instant. “I prefer to keep my wares under wraps until I’m in private with my man.”

Her eyes shone when she turned them to Fintan, and damned if he didn’t want to puff up his chest like Uncle Peter. Shaking off her enchantment, he pulled on his discarded clothes and shoved his feet into trainers. He had a strong suspicion they were in for a hike through the house, although why ghosts weren’t inclined to teleport was beyond his comprehension. Someday soon, he’d ask his uncle.

“What’s so all-fired important, Peter?” Taryn asked as they hurried to follow him.

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