Page 93 of Taming Irish

“No. It’s nice to finally get out of the house.” I’ve been cooped up for weeks. Not just because of my recovery, but because there always seems to be reporters lurking around the property, hoping for aninterview.

I hadn’t given them one. And Iwon’t.

The biggest surprise was that Chad had shown up at the hospital. Not so surprisingly, with his own camera crew. An obvious publicitystunt.

I never sawhim.

Shane had taken care of the situation before I even knew he was in the building. But I’d read about it online. I’m not sure how he did it, but the media twisted the visit into a headline that, for the first time, spun a negative image ofChad.

I’d heard rumors that his career had been uncertain after his most recent release was a flop at the box office. That, and the fact that the director had stated publicly that the man was egocentric, talentless and a narcissist with a diva complex. There was even speculation that his marriage was already dissolving, and that Tess Remington had already filed for full custody of their unbornchild.

Rumors. Who knows what’s true and what isn’t? All I need to focus on is myself and the people I care about. Chad was erased from that list a long timeago.

Shane is suspiciously quiet as we drive, and I realize why when he finally pulls to a stop ten minutes later in front of the Shamrock, where a helicopter sits in the open field besideit.

“What are wedoing?”

He grins at me, giving me a glimpse of both dimples. “I didn’t think ye’d be strong enough to make the trek down the hill, so I managed to get us another means oftransportation.”

God, the man never fails to surpriseme.

“A helicopter? You do remember how much I hateflying.”

“I’ll hold yer hand.” He kisses my cheek, then guides me towards the spinning circle ofdeath.

A rush of anxiety fills me. “Shane-”

“Do ye trust me,love?”

“I do.” I sigh and let him help me into the seat, my stomach knotting as he does up my buckles, then hisown.

He gives a thumbs-up to the pilot and we lift off. Shane takes my hand, giving it asqueeze.

After the initial feeling of my stomach going into my throat, an oddly calm sensation comes overme.

We fly over the Shamrock, moving out above the lough, before dropping down into an open space by thewater.

It isn’t until we land, and the helicopter door opens, that I realize where we are. His family cabin is visible a few hundred feet up thebank.

“I thought this would be a little easier onye.”

“You know Quinn is going to kill you for this. She still thinks I should be onbedrest.”

“I’d keep ye in bed all day long, too, if we could figure out a way to get rid ofher.”

“I’m not sure she wants toleave.”

“Then I’m just going to have to find a place for ye andme.”

“Did you seriously rent a helicopter, just so we could have sex?” I laugh, shaking my head. “I mean, I’m not complaining, but that’s excessive, even foryou.”

“As much as I’ve been aching to be inside of ye, love, I won’t be touching ye until we get the doctor’s go-ahead.”

“We can always do other things.” I wiggle my brows at him and helaughs.

“Come on.” He places an arm over my shoulder, and I lean into him, my heart skipping a couple beats as I let his heat warmme.

The sun is behind the hills when we reach thecabin.

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