Page 26 of Intimately Faithful

“What about keeping them closer to you? Your MC looks like a fortress.”

“We’ll keep it as an option, but for now we’ll see if Grigori does anything. He might not give a fuck about the girl or his kid.”

It wasn’t enough of a reassurance for Danny, but he could only accept what they were offering. He’d expected Lawless to tell him to fuck off.

“Do we have his number?” Rider asked Lawless.

“I can get it.”

When Rider got to his feet, and Hawk moved off from his centurion stance, it appeared the meeting was over. Lawless slid himself out too, so Danny followed suit.

“Don’t look so worried, Danny.” Smiled Rider, relaxed as if a serious conversation never took place. “I don’t think I wanna know what shit made this fucker offer you a favor, but now you have his backing and that’s as good as a hazmat suit as you’ll get for your girl.”

Danny would feel better once Aoife was far away from here.

Liar.His psyche chimed in.

He wanted her close. So close he could smell the scent of her freckles again.

He’d do the right thing, even if it wasn’t what he wanted to do. Because he knew it was theright decision.

Not so much when it concerned a girl who once owned all the real estate in his chest.

Climbing into his car a few minutes later after telling the MC men of his gratitude, he headed towards home. And Aoife.

To find out about the lost seven years between them.

SEVEN

“A matchmaker never retires, not when there’s love in the air.” - Cora

“There he is,” Cora remarked hearing the front door.

For a flash, Aoife felt her skin tingle with nerves in case it wasn’t Danny, but a second later he called out and just hearing his voice sent a different kind of tingle through her veins.

She fussed with her hair automatically, that thump of expectation in her chest used to be felt daily once upon a time. She hadn’t done anything to it other than combed it and now it hung down her back in wavy strands. Not much she could do about her appearance either since she was covered in flour.

They’d baked six dozen cookies and now sheets of them cooled on racks all over the kitchen counters.

He came through the archway leading in from the hallway, tall and imposing as ever with his arms heaving with overstuffed bags.

“Someone has been busy,” remarked Cora, with a smile for Danny who grinned back and dumped the bags plus a child seat on the floor by the table.

“I’m not the only one. What’s all this? Did I sign up for a bake sale during my insanity and don’t remember?”

There was no mistaking the ease in how Danny stroked his eyes over her from top to bottom before returning to her face.

She’d taken him for granted for years, the way he would love her. She’d expected it and therefore didn’t appreciate just how powerful a glance like that could feel like.

Intense, unrelenting lust.

She’d taken so much for granted that it would always be there.

His whole existence for starters.

This amazing man was in the world and she never appreciated the things…the love he’d given her.

She was hot all over and fidgety when she carried dirty bowls to the sink.