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“Wait,” I warned her.

She gave me a look like I was crazy but she did as I ordered.Good, we are kicking this off to a great start,I thought wryly.

I opened the door to the cab, but before I’d let Áine get inside, I read the cab driver's credentials and took a photo of it.

“What are you doing?” he protested.

“The lady needs a ride to Brooklyn,” I told him. “Anything happens to her and I’ll find you. There is no corner on this Earth you can hide from me. Understood?”

He paled a few shades but nodded. “Good.”

She must have heard what I told the driver because she glared at me and shook her head. I was quite sure she murmuredpsychounder her breath.

I took her wrist and pulled her closer to me. Instantly her body melted against mine and satisfaction washed over me. Our mouths locked, the taste of her warm and inviting. I’d never get enough of her. Our tongues moved in rhythm and a low moan vibrated from her. I knew this was neither the time nor place and pulling away was the hardest thing I had to do in a while.

Her lashes fluttered open to reveal her lustful eyes. She leaned in as if pulled by a magnetic force. Good, maybe she felt this thing between us as intensely as I did.

Pressing another kiss onto her soft cheek, I stepped aside and demonstrated with my hand for Áine to get in.

Frustrated, her cheeks burned. “I want more.”

I fucking loved her unreserved way when it came to sex.

I pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I’ll see you.”

Instead of answering me, she slammed the cab door in my face.

ChapterThirty-One

ÁINE

It has been a whole day since I had my lunch with Cassio. Surprisingly, it was pleasant and arousing. That kiss before he sent me off just about melted me from the inside. Then as I sat in the cab, I remembered he went all mobster on the poor cab driver. The guy was scared to even look at me after Cassio’s threat.Freaking psychopath!

But an incredibly gorgeous one.

I seemed to like everything about him. His soulful eyes, his demeanor, his honesty, his protectiveness, his kisses. Geez, it would seem I totally swooned. And I looked forward to seeing him again. To smell his scent. Feel his heat.

My mind refused to settle last night. I played the conversation with Cassio over and over in my mind. The shock of his revelation. The nightmares. The terrifying images. They were all memories. The meaning of the flashbacks terrified me, but I couldn’t feign ignorance. Cassio was right; I had to remember it on my own.

“Hello, Connor,” I greeted Jack’s man as I entered the house. It has been a while since I came to dinner twice in the same week.

Jack and Cassio thought it was a great idea to have an early family dinner tonight, so we could all get to know each other. Of course, Luca would be there. Cassio’s sister and her family were coming too. I couldn’t help but think it would be an interesting, uncomfortable dinner.

I kind of wished I’d asked Cassio if the two of us could have dinner alone. I had so many questions. Now I was positive the hand in my dreams, reaching out to me, was his.

“Miss,” Connor greeted me back. “You look nice.”

I smiled at his compliment. I wore a light blue dress with white polka dots and quarter sleeves. Cassio said it would be a casual dinner so I combined the dress with white flats. I opted to leave my hair down.

“Thank you but-” I have tried to keep him from calling me Miss for years.

“I know, I know. No titles.” He grinned, amusement in his eyes. “Everyone is in the dining room.”

Shaking my head, I rushed through the hallway. I arrived late, since it was already four and I should have been here by three-thirty, and as I turned a corner, I ran right into Margaret.

“Thank God! You are finally here,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me.

“Did something happen?” I questioned her, my eyes darting over her. It seemed quiet, nobody arguing.

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