Page 88 of Taming Irish

Chapter 26

Shane

“What are ye doing here?”I frown down at the small redhead in front of me. My agent hired the woman a few months ago to clean my Dublinapartment.

“I…I…” Her eyes dart aroundfrantically.

“What are ye doing here?” I glance down at the baby Emily’s holding, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. “Whose baby isthat?”

“He’s…he’s ours.” Her eyes brighten, and she smiles.She fuckingsmiles.

“Ours?” I tilt my chin down, my breathing coming out in small panicked breaths, because I have no idea how insane this chick is, or what she’s willing to do in order to fulfill whatever fucked-up fantasy is going on in herhead.

“We can finally be a family,” she says, her blue eyes looking almostfevered.

Jeezus. The woman must be on something. Because the few times I’d seen her over the past months, she’d seemed perfectly sane. And yet, something tugs at my memory. A warning. Like I’m missing a part of thepuzzle.

The woman’s young. Early twenties. She’d been spunky and full of energy the first time I’d met her. Sure, she’d seemed more than a little star-struck, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. And she’d always done a good job keeping the place clean when I wasn’t around, which was most of thetime.

“You had a baby?” I askcautiously.

She blinks at me. “I wrote you letters. Did you getthem?”

Letters?

Shit.

They were fromher.

I glance down at her petite form, knowing there’s no way in hell she’d been pregnant recently, let alone just had a baby. Taking a step towards her, I look at the infant in her arms. All newborns look the same to me, with their wrinkled, red faces, but I’m starting to get the aching feeling the child doesn’t belong toher.

A small movement behind the woman catches my gaze, and I see Makena frowning at me halfway down thehall.

Fuck.

What the hell is goingon?

There’s something in the way she looks at me, with pure panic in her eyes, and I know I’m right about the kid. If it’s not hers, then I have a really bad feeling the baby is Cillian and Delaney’s littleboy.

I see Makena move toward us, and I shake my head, warning her not to comecloser.

“Do you remember that night?” Emily says, tears in her eyes. “It was perfect. I knew you felt it,too.”

I have no clue what she’s talking about, until a flash of a memory strikesme.

She’d been blonde. Her and her friend. I’d drank too much that night, which had probably been part of the reason the fucking condom broke. She’d ran out of the hotel room before I could get hername.

Even now, I barely recognize her. She’s skinnier than she’d been then, and unlike that night, she wore no make-up, making her features seem drawn out andpale.

“I remember,” I say, seeing Makena frown in the background. “Ye changed yerhair.”

“I saw you with that redhead. Rose. I thought you’d likeit.”

Jeezus, Mary and Joseph, how long had the woman been stalkingme?

“In yer letters, ye said ye were pregnant. But that’s not yer baby, isit?”

“He is,” she says desperately, taking a step back. “He’s ours. I was pregnant. Iwas…”

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