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He let out a whistle. “So, they’re rich, what’s wrong with that?”
I sighed. “My mother never said why my father wasn’t a nice man, I just assumed he was an asshole. I have a feeling he was up to no good.”
He laughed. “What, is he the mafia or something?”
I stood. “I don’t know, and it’s likely I never will.”
The sound of glass shattering came over the phone line just as a tap sounded on my door. I lowered my voice, “Sounds like you need to take care of business and so do I, I’ll talk to you in a few days.”
I hung up and called out, “Yes?”
The door creaked open, and Wren popped her head in. “Hey, just wanted to make sure you were okay,” she smiled.
“Yeah, just getting a late start to the day.”
“Nothing wrong with that. When you’re ready, come on down and get something to eat.”
I nodded. “I’ll just hop in the shower really quick.”
“See you soon!”
She closed the door, and I hurried into the adjoining bathroom as fast as my aching body would allow me.
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We’ve been sipping coffee and making small talk on the patio when Connor comes out carrying a tray. He sets it on the table, and there is a mound of buttered scones baked to perfection sitting on a plate with a jar of jelly beside it.
“Help yourself ladies!” He says dusting his hands off.
My mouth is watering just from the smell of the delicate pastry, and I reach for one, slathering jelly on it before taking a bite.
“Oh my gosh, these taste like heaven,” I groan, savoring the mouthful of the warm Irish scone. I’m reaching for another before I’m fully done with the first one and know that as long as I stay here, I’m likely to gain weight. Not that I care. At 131 pounds, I could stand to gain some, just not too much as it will only affect my leg if I do.
Wren nods as she takes one. “Wait until you taste a proper meal of Connor’s.” She glances up at him as she smears jelly on her own scone and says, “I swear you should quit the family business and become a chef.”
Family business?
Without missing a beat, I take another bite and chew it thoughtfully.
“Oh? Are we related too, Connor?”
Wren and Connor exchange glances, and then he announces, “I uh, I think something is burning in the kitchen!” he then hightails it out of there while Wren evades the question with one of her own.
“We didn’t get a chance to chat last night,so will you tell me all about this roadhouse you own?” she asks with a grin on her face. “It must be exciting!”
I chuckled, cleaning up every bodily secretion known to man and breaking up fights, wasn’t my idea of exciting. “It’s different. It wasn’t my lifelong dream to own one. When my mother passed away, she left it to me.”
That’s all I said. As much as I like Wren, I wasn’t going to share my past life with anyone. As far as I was concerned, no one needed to know about my kickboxing days. Because if I did tell them, inevitably the question would be asked, why am I no longer doing it.
“What did you do before that?” she asked, as I heard someone coming up the stone steps and Rory’s head came into view followed by his body. He’s wearing all black and his jeans mold to his muscular thighs with every step.
Call me crazy but the scone turned to dust in my mouth, and I choked out, “I was a champion kickboxer.” The second the words passed my lips I realized my mistake.FUCK!
Wren hasn’t a clue he’s standing behind her, and she wrinkles her nose and looks at me, “Do you smell horseshit?”
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing and jerk my chin towards Rory. “It must be him. I didn’tsmell a thing until he came.”
She swung her gaze around to see him standing there. “Why do you stink so much?”
