Page 205 of Three Irish Kings
But now, it’s gentle. Loving.
My heart races.
I thought I’d be more worried about leaving home, but I can’t be anything but happy. I can work as a journalist from anywhere in the world, and being in a new country will probably be good for my writing. New experiences.
Not to mention the new experience of having three lovers and a baby.
My life is changing in ways I never would have expected, and I love every moment of it.
As I walk off the plane, I see a huge sign, written in English:Welcome to Italy.
I gasp, clapping my hand to my mouth. Tears instantly well in my eyes. “How did you know I’ve always wanted to visit Italy?”
Liam grins. “Well, I speak a bit of Italian and also, since Dare was out of commission, I did a little research myself. I found one of your articles about the best places to visit, and Italy was at the top of the list.”
The fact that Liam cares enough to surprise me makes the tears flow down my cheeks, and he turns to me and wipes them away with his thumb.
“Don’t cry.”
“It’s the hormones.” I blame it on my pregnancy, but really, I just am so happy I don’t know what to do with it.
Liam chuckles, and we pile into the limo he’s arranged to take us to the house he's purchased. I figure it'll be more like a mansion, but we’ll see.
When we arrive, I can’t believe this is my life now.
It’s a gorgeous house, with eight bedrooms, one for each of us just in case we need alone time, and a few for more kids if they come. Fairy lights, just like the ones at the cottage, decorate the awning and large front porch. There’s no grand staircase or anything like that, just a simple set of stairs. It’s like a combination of a big mansion and the cottage we fell in love in.
“This will be your room,” Liam says, his chest swelling with pride at my awed reaction.
I can see it all over his face. He loves to be a provider, to take care of me, and isn’t that every woman’s dream?
Then there’s Dare, who makes me laugh, our banter always fun and flirty. He’s so charming and witty and caring. He also loves to shower me with gifts, big and small.
And then sweet Cillian, quietly protective and opening up slowly.
No one man could do everything they do for me.
The tears won’t stop coming, and finally, Dare comes up to me, cupping my face.
“You deserve this, Isla.”
My lip quivers. “We all do.”
I finally get a look at the room, sniffling and trying to contain my emotions.
There’s a bookcase in the corner, filled with all of my favorite authors. Liam must have done so much work to set this up.
A huge California king-sized bed is the crux of the room, with lavender-colored sheets—probably with an astronomical thread count, knowing Liam.
A desk sits against the wall on the right side with a laptop that looks awfully familiar.
I walk over to it, frowning, and Dare gives me a sideways grin.
When I open it, my eyes widen. The scuffs and stickers on it make me realize it’s my laptop from home.
I turn to Liam. “How did you?—”
“He didn’t,” Dare says proudly. “I contacted your friend Colleen, got some of your things. Since I’m so in love with Betsy, I knew you’d want your own laptop.”
