Page 3 of Intimately Faithful
The thump of his disbelief matched that of his heartbeat.
Shaking the fog from his brain, he was a pastor first, a man second.
Oh, she was lovely as ever, he thought.
Her freckles told stories only he would understand.
Though her lips were pulled straight now, he remembered when there was nothing but smiles and whispers of love and temptation on them.
Play with me, Danny-boy.
Touch me, Danny-boy.
I love you forever, and a day, Danny-boy.
She was neither tall nor short. He used to call her height perfect that fit directly under his chin when she curled into his ribs. With a slight build and tempting curves attached to her hip bones. There was not an inch of her body he didn’t know intimately. Once upon a time ago.
Still an artist’s dream come to life as she ever was. With her bow lips and almond shaped eyes and a bone structure he recognized from memory.
“I’ve come a long way, Danny-boy.” She spoke finally.
Sounds of home in her husky tone put heat in his belly.
The love he’d long since locked away started to peek through the cracks in his heart.
Danny cast a look at the ceiling, inhaling rapidly as a dying man would, in his mind he asked; “Lord, how could you do this to me now?” He was sure he could hear laughing.
Her coat unzipped all the way to her thighs, and the mysterious woman he’d first thought was on the thick side, was not at all. Aoife was slender as always.
What bulked out her coat was the baby wrapped around her chest.
A sleeping bairn no bigger than a sack of potatoes that she kissed on the top of its head, and then those bright green jeweled eyes that could once bring him to his knees and make him beg, turned on him.
Razor sharp. Wary. Shocked. Frightened.
Yeah, he noticed that one the most because it hit him square in the chest.
Danny hadn’t moved an inch.
His gaze going from Aoife to the bairn.
“I’m so glad you’re here. I seem to find meself in a bit of a bother, so I do. Can you help me, Danny-boy?”
And that was how Danny Murphy, of the infamous Murphy’s, knew that God was setting him on a new—unknown path once again.
One that would test his faith and loyalty and put him back in a place where his heart ruled … and shite alive, he didn’t have the first sodding clue how to feel when faced with the girl that not only got away but ran far…and took his soul with her.
ONE
“The sins of the father…” – Aoife Flanagan
There was a time in Aoife Flanagan’s life that when she looked at the man staring at her, he would have nothing but love and adoration on his face.
Her actions a long time ago meant she’d ruined all that and it was a decision she was still living with.
It still hurt in a place inside her heart that would forever belong only to her Danny-boy.
The boy who held her secrets and the man who once loved her completely.
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