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I took it from her hand and set it on the counter, then wrapped her in my arms. “It wouldn’t be right for me to keep your money. Randy’s debt has been paid, that is what the books show. This is me taking care of my girlfriend, the only way she will let me. I would have just had Jorge transfer the funds into your account, but I wasn’t sure you would appreciate the cyber trail. Why are you crying?” I freaked a little there at the end as I started wiping tears off her face.

 

Instead of answering, she just kissed me. I was good with that. 

 

Chapter 10



Fiona

 

The rest of the week passed in a blur. I lived in a nearly constant state of bliss. I woke up every morning to a man I had never dreamed I would have. Then I went to the job I’d dreamed of having for years. And ended my days wrapped in the arms of the same dream man. Some nights he came over later if there were fights or tables being run. His business was up and running like normal again. When Dillan snuck into my apartment late at night, he would slide right into me and the bed. 

 

It was times like those that made me grateful I had gone for the IUD option. Dillan and I did eventually have that talk. I was surprised when he said it had been over two months since he last slept with someone, before me. As for me, it had been nearly a year. We were both clean, and there were no risks. He insisted we celebrate. On the kitchen table. And then he happily bought me a new one.

 

I half expected Chris to invite me to lunch again on Friday, but he seemed to be getting the point. I hadn’t reciprocated the cheek kiss all week, so he was beginning to step back. 

 

Friday night, I got a message from Dillan that said he was picking me up at eight and to have my bag packed. I had agreed that morning that we could spend the weekend at his place. He even offered to drop me off at the nursing home on Sunday and then pick me up again. I hadn’t yet gotten around to buying that car. No time. 

 

Dillan: Knock, knock.

 

I laughed when the message came through, pausing my pacing in the living room.

 

Me: Who’s there?

Dillan: Yeah… I suck at these, but if you hurry, I have something you can suck on while we drive.

 

I laughed at his stupidity and picked up my bag. By the time I opened my door, he was already there.

 

“You took too long.” He swallowed my laugh and picked me up.

 

My back hit the back of the door a second later. I was still wearing my dark red blouse from work. And I may or may not have unbuttoned a few extra buttons up top. Which he soon discovered as he kissed down my neck. His fingers worked on the area south of the border, while his tongue worked in the Northern district. 

 

I was still in the coming down phase when he set me down, fixed my clothes, and then yanked me out of the apartment. I let him drag me around like a rag doll. It was faster. 

 

I stopped, holding my ground, when I recognized the big man standing next to a black town car.

 

He tipped his head in greeting. My smile was shaky. “Hey, BoBo.”

“Ma’am.” That was it, that was all he said.

 

Dillan just ignored both of us as he passed my bag to BoBo, then opened the car door for me. He jumped in after me.

 

“Excited much?” I laughed at him.

 

“Yes. I like the idea of having you at my place.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I may never let you leave. I told you. I like taking care of you.”

 

And I swooned. 

 

And apparently climbed onto his lap while I kissed him. When my senses came back to me, I was eternally grateful that I wore a skirt to work and a buttoned blouse. Even though it was now unbuttoned, only the front could be seen. So even though BoBo most likely knew what we were doing, he certainly couldn’t see any of it. Not of me anyway. I was sure he would get an eyeful of Dillan if I got up.

 

Sensing my nerves, and probably knowing why, Dillan leaned in and kissed me again. He then whispered in my ear. “He isn’t even listening to us. It’s okay. I promise. Just relax. It’s just you and me.”

 

It was hard not to relax when he drew my attention like that. 

 

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