Page 38 of Intimately Faithful

Aoife was guided by feelings and instinct in most cases where Danny was logical and analytical. How they matched so well was anyone’s guess.

With her insides quivering like nervous little rabbits, she couldn’t for the life of her peel her eyes off his face. He was too handsome, overly manly andjust there. With a long stretch of time since she’d looked at anyone with his kind of pretty, it could be forgiven that she stared.

Several of the Russian men hit on her as if they’d expected her to fall on her back.

She’d risked life and limb telling them all basically to fuck a goat.

No man affected Aoife like Danny did.

Their basic molecular chemistry was made up of the same substance. Forever drawn to the other, no matter what.

“This would be so much easier if you’d grown into a middle-aged troll with a pot belly.” She huffed almost to herself. The way he was just there … with his hands latched together over his flat belly and his hair in his eyes. The Aoife of old would have already crawled up onto his lap for a good kissing. And they wouldn’t have stopped there.

“I’m twenty-nine, hardly middle age.” He retorted, with sarcasm on his tongue.

Good to know some things don’t change.

She was still wrapping her head around him being a man of faith.

She supposed it was better than being a priest.

A priest wouldn’t have kissed the life out of her, that was for sure.

Well, maybe a deviant priest would have.

And at times, her Danny was particularly deviant.

“You know what I mean. I’m nervous and you looking likeyouisn’t helping.”

“Should I be putting a bag over my head?”

She grinned feeling some of the tension leave her limbs.

“If you wouldn’t mind, that would be grand.”

“Get on with it, Aoife.” He said with tone. The command rolled off his tongue, slithered across the floor and scuttled heatedly up Aoife’s legs and settled in the apex.

He was hot, and he wasn’t doing anything to showcase his hotness, other than he existed on this mortal coil.

Roiling heat all tangled up in jumping nerves ignited her belly.

Taking a fortifying breath, and with Danny’s eyes calmly on her, she started.

“Do you remember my twenty-second birthday? You and I went out for that fancy meal in Kinvara. You saved all month, and I wore my best dress.”

“It was blue with shimmer on the front.”

The thick, foggy rasp to his voice caught her attention and she pinged her eyes across the room, feeling the stormy thud of her heart that he’d remembered the little detail.

Their relationship had taken some significant hits in the last seven years.

She’d face the whole lot of dangerous men head on with her chin held high and not a lick of fear on her face, if it only meant she could make things right with Danny first.

Regret stole each breath, every day, for the last seven years. There was not a damn thing she could have done about it until she’d about fell on his doorstep.

In truth, she could have come to him forever ago.

The day that wanker she was forced to marry croaked it on the golf course, her first instinct was to get to Danny.