Page 46 of Married to the Beasts
He’s never looked so fucking hot, and for Conal Curran, that’s saying something.
“Hi,” he says against my mouth as he comes down from his high.
“Hi.”
“I missed you.”
It shouldn’t melt my heart, but it does. “I missed you, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Still keeping me pressed against the wall, his hands under my ass, he kisses me and strokes my body, continuing to tell me all the ways he missed me—until my stomach growls. He laughs, sets me down, and we go clean up.
When we go down to breakfast, my hand tucked in his, there’s a commotion at the front entrance.
Conal releases my hand and strides ahead. “What’s going on?”
Jack breaks away from a cluster of security men and comes over to us. He starts to speak, then glances at me.
“It’s all right,” Conal says. “Go ahead.”
Jack nods. “It’s Celeste. She got past the perimeter gate somehow and was trying to get into the house.”
Peering past him through the picture windows at the front of the house, I see a slender woman with blonde hair being led away. She’s struggling, looking back at the house, saying something. I wish I could read lips.
“Does Rafe know she’s here?” Conal asks.
“No, we just intercepted her. I didn’t think he’d want to see her.”
“I’ll talk to him.”
Rafe emerges from the dining area then, followed by Bron. Jack returns to the security team as the brothers join us. I can’t see Celeste anymore.
“What was the ruckus about?” Bron asks.
Conal doesn’t beat around the bush. “Celeste was here.”
A flurry of emotions rushes over Rafe’s face. Surprise, confusion, and then what looks like baffled irritation. “Why would she come here?”
“I don’t know.”
He scowls. “Maybe her Hollywood adventure didn’t work out like she planned.”
It’s Bron who sees my inquisitive look and fills in some of the missing pieces. “Rafe and Celeste dated for a few months, until—” he spares his brother a sidelong look and an apologetic shrug before he finishes “—she left him for some Hollywood type. She wants to be an actress.”
“A Hollywood type that Alan introduced her to,” Conal says, and there’s no mistaking the bitterness in his tone.
I stare at him. “Alan? Your PR guy?” He nods. “I don’t understand.”
“One of his media contacts told him Celeste was trying to sell private information about us to the press.” Rafe’s mouth twists. “So Alan got rid of her by dangling some juicy bait, I guess.”
“How long ago was this?”
“She left a couple of months ago.”
I frown. “And has she sold any stories about you to the press since then?”
