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I rubbed her upper arm and squeezed her against my side. “But you have Rooney there with you in the event of any trouble.” Rooney was a guard I’d hired to keep Daisy safe at home and work.
“I do, and let me tell you, it’s weird having a stranger show up at your door and move into your spare bedroom.”
“Funny, you never said that when I showed up,” I teased with a wink.
Daisy’s eyes searched my face for a long minute and then she smirked. “You know, if I live to be one hundred, I’ll never get over that.”
“I know I won’t. It was probably the weirdest, yet most wonderful fan encounter I’ve ever had.” We both laughed at the memory of how she fangirled in those first few moments we met until our gaze grew serious again. “How long until Poppy finishes college?” I asked.
“Two months. It can’t come quick enough.”
“And the next pub opens when?” I asked.
“October,” she replied, deadpan.
“I’m due out on tour again at the end of June for five weeks, does that mean you’ll be able to come with me?”
A wide toothy smile spread on her face as she sat up straight and twisted her body from our side-by-side position to look at me. “It does, and for the whole five weeks,” she responded excitedly. “As long as I can deal with any issues for the second pub via zoom and the phone, I can be anywhere you like.”
“Anywhere I like, huh? Now I’m really excited,” I teased as my heart squeezed at how this past year of separations had felt. “But it doesn’t feel like enough,” I mused.
“I know what you mean, us living apart. But we’ve made it work until now and starting by the end of the year it’ll get much easier for us to be together… I mean I’ll be able to visit a lot more.”
She’ll be doing a lot more than visiting, I hope. I sighed to still my racing heart about the plan I had in mind and prayed she’d love what I’d arranged.
“Still, we need to find a more permanent solution to our situation,” I said, wanting to broach the serious subject of us long term.
Daisy shifted in her seat and perched her ass on the edge of the couch signaling her full attention on the matter. She placed her hands on either side of my face and held it firmly. “What’s wrong with you. You don’t sound very happy, Jamie.”
Her statement took me by surprise because although I felt in love and happy, she was right. I felt restless about our living arrangements. It had been over a year since I’d started to fall in love with my girl, and every month apart from her had felt like a year. It wasn’t a situation I wanted to let linger until one of us got fed up and forced an ultimatum on the other.
“I am happy. You’re my life, baby. But I’d be happier if I could have you with me all the time,” I admitted.
“Trust me, you’d get sick of me if I was there twenty-four-seven,” she remarked making light of our current situation. She dropped a hand from my face and linked her fingers in mine.
“No, I wouldn’t,” I quickly countered. “Do you think you’d get sick of me being around all the time?” I asked, concerned that she might have felt like that.
“What do you think?” her eyes flared when she looked at me and she flashed me a salacious, playful smile. “But I have goals in life, Jamie… as do you. No one will miss me in the same way as they’d miss you, but I’d already made a commitment to my project, and I also have people relying on me.”
“I get it. And I don’t want you to give up your dreams for me. I’m just saying, the lives we lead doesn’t make it easy for us to be together all the time.”
“No, but we’ll work it out in time because the one thing I am certain of is that I love you truly, madly, deeply.”
“I don’t know if the math is different in Ireland, but in my world that’s three things, baby,” I replied, and began tickling her waist.
Her hand left mine and she grabbed both my wrists as she laughed. “Stop it, I’ll pee,” she shrieked, laughing.
“Oh, baby, don’t tempt me,” I teased, still managing to tickle her as she squirmed from the couch to the floor taking me with her. Climbing over to straddle her, I held her hands above her head. Seeing her wriggle and laugh was a turn on and my dick became hard again; a state I’d regularly found myself in whenever I was in her company. “Kiss me,” I muttered as I leaned closer.
Seconds later we were a mesh of tongues, teeth and lips, our hands frantically stripping one another out of some of our clothing, until I came to my senses again. “Wait. Bedroom.”
“You can only screw in the bedroom these days?” Daisy teased, naked from the waist up.
“No, but I have several good reasons for wanting you there,” I replied.
“Okay, I’ll bite, Jamie Fontaine,” she said with a naughty smile. “Take me to your bed.”
CHAPTER 8
