On Dublin Street (38 page)

He flashed me a quick, cocky, and far too attractive, grin. “I know, babe. Tonight I want more.”

I don
’
t think he realized it, but right then he
’
d made his play first. He wanted more. So with some confidence, I shrugged casually and turned back to my typewriter. “I don
’
t mind if we tear up the agreement.”

He was silent behind me and I waited. Finally, “What if I suggested we stopped pretending we
’
re fuck buddies too?”

A slow smile spread across my lips and I was thankful he couldn
’
t see it. “Yeah,” I answered with a good amount of boredom. “I could work with that.”

Did I mention Braden could move fast?

Papers went flying as he lunged across the bed to grab me by the waist and haul me off my chair onto the mattress. Startled, I laughed up at him as he pressed his body into mine. “When will you quit throwing me around like a ragdoll?”

His grin was unrepentant. “Never. You
’
re so tiny I do it without really meaning to half the time.”

“I am not tiny,” I replied indignantly. “I
’
m five foot five. There are tinier people, believe me.”

“Babe, I
’
m almost a whole foot taller than you. You
’
re tiny.” He bent his head to brush my lips with his. “But I like it.”

“What happened to your love of the long-legged bimbo?”

“It was replaced by my love for great tits, great sex and a smart mouth.” He kissed me deep, his tongue tangling with mine deliciously. Wrapping my arms around his neck I sank into the kiss like always, but for once my mind wasn
’
t just on the kiss…

In a roundabout way… had that been some kind of declaration of love?

I gasped at the thought, but luckily timed that gasp at the same time Braden stuck his hand down my pants, so he never realized I was freaking out.

***

I told myself that
’
s not at all what he
’
d meant, and I shrugged it off, just enjoying each day with him as they came. A few days later I was in the kitchen, taking a coffee break from the novel, when Ellie sauntered in. She was home today, grading papers.

She smiled slyly at me as she slid into the seat opposite me.

I quirked an eyebrow in suspicion. “What?”

“I just got off the phone with my big brother.”

“And?”

Ellie made a face. “He told me you
’
re going to the wedding together.”

“And?”

“Joss,” she threw a tea biscuit at me and I dodged it. “When were you going to tell me?”

I glanced down at the violent biscuit now littering our floor. “Tell you what exactly?”

“That the arrangement between you and Braden is over? It is right? You
’
re dating now?”

Dating? That word was a little
‘
label-ly
’
. I refused to be labeled. “We are seeing each other.”

Ellie squealed and I flinched back. “Oh this is fantastic! I knew it, I knew it!”

“I wish I knew what you knew,” I replied in wide-eyed bemusement.

“Oh, come off it. I knew from the start Braden was acting differently about you.” She sighed with absolute contentment. “Life is good. It
’
ll be even better with a cup of tea.”

“You need to refill the kettle.” She nodded and headed over to it and as I watched her I thought about Adam. “Adam
’
s got a date. Are you taking one?”

Her shoulders stiffened a little as she carried the kettle to the sink. “I
’
m taking Nicholas.”

“Ooh that should be fun,” I murmured, thinking about the possible drama once Adam found that out.

A crash brought my head up as Ellie cursed, her face scrunched up. I rushed over to see she
’
d dropped the kettle in the sink and was clutching her right arm. “You okay?” I asked, confused as to what happened, but her face was pale.

She nodded, her lips pinched. “Just cramp in my hand from marking all those papers.”

“You dropped the kettle?” It wasn
’
t the first time she
’
d been working so damn hard her hand had cramped up. “You need to go easy and take more breaks. You work too hard.” Ellie looked so worried I felt my heart flip. “Els, are you okay?”

She gave me a wobbly smile. “Stressed.”

“Take a nap.” I rubbed her shoulder soothingly. “You
’
ll feel better.”

***

“Hey gorgeous.”

I spun around on my heels and I grinned at Braden standing all sexy in a black contemporary tux. He and Adam had decided to forgo wearing a traditional kilt since November in Scotland was
‘
baltic
’
as they said. “Hey handsome.”

“Did I tell you how much I like this dress?” He strolled in casually, his hands reaching for my hips to pull me close. “It
’
s a good dress.”

It was amethyst satin, figure hugging and showed a little cleavage and a little leg. It was a dress that teased and Braden enjoyed being teased. I pressed a familiar kiss just under his jaw, my favorite place to nibble. “We better go before we
’
re late. Is Ellie ready yet?”

“No. And I can
’
t sit out there alone with Nicholas.” Braden grimaced.

I wrinkled my nose. “That poor guy is so boring.”

Braden groaned and buried his face in my neck. “My sister needs her head checked,” he mumbled into my skin and I laughed silently, stroking his hair.

“Ellie will be fine.”

Braden pulled back, suddenly all bristling and growly. “He
’
s not good enough for her.”

I shrugged, picking up my clutch and coat. “I
’
m not good enough for you, but that hasn
’
t stopped
you
.”

He grabbed my hand tight, scowling at me. “What?”

“I
’
m ready!” Ellie bounced into my room in a designer white fifties-style dress with a pale yellow, chocolate and teal print. She had on a silk petticoat underneath and wore a white wool coat that cost more than my entire outfit.  I smiled. She looked so pretty. “Joss, you look great. Taxi
’
s waiting.” She took my hand and dragged Braden and I out into the hall where the unfortunately monotonous Nicholas was waiting for us.

I was just glad I didn
’
t have to answer for that insanely stupid slip up back in the bedroom.

***

The entire wedding, ceremony and reception, was held at the Edinburgh Corn Exchange, an events venue that hosted everything from weddings to rock gigs. It was a pretty old building with Greek columns but it wasn
’
t spectacularly beautiful, neither were it surroundings. However the ceremony room
was
beautiful, and the reception was just breathtaking. Everything was white and silver with ice blue lights. It was a winter wonderland for a winter wedding.

Braden had wandered off to talk to Adam who
’
d spent most of the wedding so far ignoring his very pretty date and glaring at Nicholas. Why he was glaring at Nicholas when Ellie had left the poor guy to his own devices to flutter around everyone like the social butterfly she was, I had no idea. But if looks could kill…

I shook my head. He needed to get a clue already.

“Joss.”

I glanced up from sipping champagne to find Elodie standing over me. She and Clark were at the next table, and I glanced past her to see Clark in deep conversation with an older guy I didn
’
t know. Who was I kidding? I hardly knew anyone here. I smiled up at Elodie who looked gorgeous in sapphire blue. “Hey, how are you?”

She gave me a
‘
you know how it is
’
smile and slid into the empty seat next to me. By now, of course she
’
d cottoned onto the fact that Braden and I were seeing each other
—
especially because he wasn
’
t subtle about it and Declan had caught him kissing me in the kitchen at a Sunday Dinner weeks ago and the kid had said
‘
ugh, yuck
’
and proceeded to enlighten the entire family.

“Braden seems really happy.” Elodie grinned over at him across the room. I noted a pretty and very tall blonde had joined him and Adam, and tried not to narrow my eyes like a jealous tiger. “I don
’
t think I
’
ve ever seen him this happy.”

I felt an ache of warmth ripple across my chest, but I didn
’
t know what to say.

She looked back at me, her eyes kind but serious. “I think you
’
re a lovely girl, Joss. I do. But I also think you
’
re incredibly difficult to get to know. I don
’
t know why, but you have such a guard up, sweetheart. It
’
s high and nearly impenetrable.”

I felt the color drain from my face.

“I think of Braden as a son. A son I love very much. What Analise did to him broke my heart. He shouldn
’
t have to go through that again. Or worse.” She looked back at him and then back to me. “With you, I think it
’
ll be worse.”

“Elodie…” words failed me.

“If you don
’
t feel about him the way he feels about you, end it now, Joss. For his sake.” And then she stood, patted my shoulder in her mothering way, and headed back over to the husband that she adored.

“Babe, you okay?”

I glanced up, my heart still banging in my chest, to find Braden standing over me, his eyebrows creased with concern. I nodded, still speechless.

He didn
’
t look convinced. “Come on.” He took my hand and drew me to my feet. “Come dance with me.”

La Rocca
Non-Believer
was playing. It was a favorite of mine. “You dance?”

“Tonight I do.” I let him lead me onto the dance floor and I buried into him as he held me close. “Your heart is racing. Did Elodie say something to you?”

Just the truth.
She was right. I should walk away. I breathed him in, not able to picture a moment without him in my life.

And so I was selfish. I snuggled closer. I couldn
’
t walk away. But if I hurt him? Oh God, the thought of hurting him ripped me apart. Ripped me so totally, that I knew, I cared more for him than I did for myself.

I was in deep.

I felt my breath hitch. Reading the change in me, Braden squeezed me closer and murmured, “Breath, babe,” in my ear. I wasn
’
t having a panic attack, just a freak out, but I didn
’
t say anything, enjoying the calm as he stroked my back soothingly.

“What did she say?” His tone was hard. He was mad at Elodie.

I shook my head reassuring him. “She just mentioned how important family is. It wasn
’
t her fault.”

“Babe,” he whispered, stroking my cheek.

“You want to get me drunk?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Braden snorted, sliding his hands sensually down my back to curve on my hips. “I don
’
t need to get you drunk to have my way with you.”

“Oh, you are so lucky I like the whole caveman thing, Braden Carmichael.”

I don
’
t know why, but I didn
’
t tell the good doctor about any of that. I coveted that piece of me, held it close, as I tried to figure out what exactly I was going to do with it. I still had no plan, but I didn
’
t let it get in the way of enjoying my time with Braden. I
’
m thankful for that, because little did I know only a few weeks after the wedding and the first week in December, everything would change.

While Ellie worked at the kitchen table, Braden and I lounged in the sitting room, the lights low, the Christmas tree lights glittering at the window. Ellie had insisted we put the tree up on the first. She was a Christmassy girl. It was a cold, December night, a Wednesday, and we were watching a Korean movie called
A Bittersweet Revenge
. I was into it, but it seemed Braden
’
s mind was elsewhere.