Page 13 of St. Lucia Escapades
Moira took the recipe and smiled at him. “Aye, we are thanking Amelia tomorrow.”
After dinner, Moira and Cord cleaned up, grabbed the bottle of wine and were now currently sitting on her deck. She was curled into his side, her head resting against his shoulder and one of his strong arms draped comfortingly around her. The last lights of the sun fading into the deep blue and violet hues of the encroaching nights. Watching the stars come out to twinkle and sparkle and the moon beginning its ascension was peaceful.
“I think this island is probably the second most beautiful place I’ve ever visited.” She sighed.
“What’s the first?” he asked, laying a soft kiss against her forehead.
“Ireland. When my grandparents died, we all went back to Belfast. Sean was about eight I think, and I had just turned four. I’ll admit I donna remember much, but I remember how green it was in the church yard. I plan to someday soon travel Ireland and see all its beauty for myself.” She answered.
“I’ve been to Ireland before. A year after we opened our first bar, two of my bartenders were invited to the Jameson Bartenders Gathering. I was able to go along with them. Dublin was a busy yet beautiful city.”
“I’ve only seen pictures of Dublin. My Da says his nephew is living there now. Maybe if I ever get over there again, I’ll look him up.”
Feeling Cord holding her to him and his fingers lazily grazing her upper arm was so soothing. It had been a long time since a man had made her feel this relaxed. She leaned forward and placed her empty wine glass on the table. She watched as Cord tossed back the last of his wine and put his glass beside hers. He shifted his hold and moved her, so she sat across his lap. She smiled softly, moving her arms around his neck, teasing the fringes of his hair with her fingers.
“You look happy right now.”
“I am Cord. You’ve made me happy.” She whispered before leaning in and kissing him. “Not just today, but since that first night we met.”
Cord pressed his lips to hers again, cupping her face in his hands. “You’ve made me happy too Moira. I’ve never met a woman who’s had me as fascinated as you. I don’t know who to thank for our paths crossing.”
“The Catholic girl in me says, thank God, but the Irish in me says maybe the fae folk have a hand in this too.”
“The fae folk?”
“Aye. Tuatha Dé Danann. They are creatures of Irish mythology. Ethereal beings of an advanced race that lived eons ago in and around Ireland. It’s said they sometimes intervene with us wee mortals to their amusement or sometimes they see something that mortals don’t.”
“I don’t much give a damn who is responsible, but I thank them all the same.”
“As do I Cord. As do I.”
Chapter 6
Moria
Moria’s eyes opened and a moment of confusion hit her. She was in her condo, but she was laying on someone’s chest. Taking a breath, the masculine smell she smelt brought the previous night’s events back to her. After dinner she and Cord had sat on her deck for hours just talking, kissing, and enjoying each other’s company. At about one in the morning they came inside and the last thing she remembered was curling against him on the couch.
“Morning babe,”
Moira giggled, tilting her head up to find Cord’s green hazel eyes studying her. “Morning yourself.”
“How did you sleep?”
“I slept wonderfully. What about you? I wasn’t too heavy, was I?”
“You too heavy? That’s funny. I liked sleeping with you in my arms.”
Moira nibbled her bottom lip a little, “I know I’m not super skinny…”
Cord stopped her by hauling her up and over him. Moira gasped, her legs widening as she now straddled him. “Moira, I know you are not trying to say that you’re fat.”
“Well, not fat, but I have some curves…”
“And I love your curves.”
To prove his point, Cord ran his hands up her legs, along the curves of her hips to come to a stop at her waist. Moira shivered under his touch. “I like your touch.”
“Good. Now, mind explaining what bullshit you were about to say about you being too curvy?”
