Page 98 of Three Irish Kings
She’s smart, too, witty and intellectual, with so much under the surface.
I want to get to know her. I want to... want to come home to her.
And I don’t even know what that means for me.
Dare is head over heels for her, and even Liam feels something for her, even if he tries denying it left and right. I can see it all over his face, feel it in how jealous he gets.
So, what do I expect? Her to choosemeof all people? Why would she? She knows I have blood on my hands.
Even though I haven’t revealed too much, I’ve told her enough that Liam’s right—if she escapes, she’d have something on us.
But she doesn’t want to escape.
Hell, any time Dare takes a shift, she could run out of the house, and she never has.
Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I think we have something. In the way she touches me. The way she speaks to me so gently. It’s like she’s different for each of us, giving us something we need. Something to heal that dark hole inside our souls.
I want that for myself. So bad. But how can I take that away from my two best friends, my brothers?
But God, some part of me wants to, some jealous, caveman instinct.
I want to throw her over my shoulder and keep her locked away from the world, protect her, make sure no one else touches her.
Then, on the other hand, some of the hottest moments I’ve ever had were of all of us pleasuring her. Focusing on her. Sharing her.
How has my life become so complicated?
Enough.
I try to focus on the road. These thoughts get me nowhere, especially now that I’m so far away and getting farther by the minute.
It’s becoming increasingly hard to keep my eyes open.
I’m just outside of Burberry, and as much as I’d like to go ahead and get to that hospital, my body needs sleep, or I’m going to wrap myself around a tree.
It probably wouldn’t have stopped me before Isla, but I want a chance to get back to her, to see her again, feel her again, taste her again.
I stop at a hotel, giving my alias, Richard Mathis.
“Thank you, Mr. Mathis. Here is your key.”
“Thank you.” I take it and walk toward the elevator.
Looking at the key in my hand, I shake my head. I could buy this whole hotel if I wanted it. But I’m a simple guy. Just give me an air mattress on the floor, and I’ll be happy. I didn’t have much more than that when I was a kid, before Ronan took me in.
Thinking about Ronan makes my stomach sour.
I’ve come to terms with the fact that the man I idolized growing up isn't the world's best guy, but seeing him like I did at the meeting... it’s hard.
He’d barely recognized me.
Closing the door behind me when I enter the room, my mind wanders back to the safehouse.
What are Isla and Liam doing right now? Probably at each other’s throats. Maybe with their hands all over each other.
My fists clench.
It’s not even that I’m jealous of the sex, per se; it’s more the chemistry, palpable in the air, when they’re around each other.
