Page 69 of Wild Night


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“What don’t you know about me that you think is suddenly going to change this thing between us? Have you seen me in a bad mood in the past?”

“Of course I have. You were a complete pain in the ass all through puberty.”

“Are my bad moods going to be a deal-breaker for you?”

“No. Of course not, but—”

“What about my temper?”

“What about it?” she asked.

“Is it too much? Do I ever scare you?”

She scowled. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not. I have a way bigger temper.”

He nodded. “You’re right. You do. And it’s not a deal-breaker for me. What about work? Do you think I’m a workaholic?”

“You work long hours sometimes, but no. You’re not a workaholic.”

“So my job isn’t a problem for you?”

“No, but—”

“I’d ask you if you had any concerns about us in the bedroom, but we both know I’m more than capable of giving you mind-blowing orgasms every single night.”

The old Kelli was digging deep for some way to wipe the cocky grin off Colm’s face, but the asshole was right. Again. Sex was never going to be an issue for them. Unless it was the fact neither of them seemed capable of getting enough.

“Do you think I’d be a good father?”

His question knocked the breath from her—because it wasn’t even something that required thought. “You’d be…an amazing father.”

He’d been gathering a pretty good head of steam until that response. Her answer seemed to calm him down a bit, and he smiled. A charming, sweet, wonderful smile.

“What don’t you know about me, Kelli, that you haven’t learned in the last thirty years?”

The answer was simple.

Nothing.

And yet, she couldn’t give it to him. Couldn’t admit it.

“Can I…can you…give me some time?” Kelli couldn’t think with him standing so closely. And she desperately needed time to gather her thoughts, to come to grips with some issues—that bitterness; that unexplored fear of Colm leaving her just as her father had, which she hadn’t realized was there—before she gave him an answer.

Colm studied her face for a moment, then nodded. “Sure. What do you need? Five? Ten minutes?”

She laughed, loudly, leaning forward until her forehead was pressed against his chest. “God, you’re a cocky son of a bitch,” she said, between giggles. “A pain in the ass. A thorn in my side.”

Colm wrapped his arms around her, his cheek pressed to the top of her head, swaying gently, until she managed to contain her mirth.

“I just need a little bit of time.”

He sighed, the sound letting her know he didn’t want to give it to her.

But…she did know him. Knew him well enough to know he’d give it to her anyway.

“Okay,” he said at last. “But I’m telling you right now. I’m not staying away for long.”

“I know that. I’ll call you very soon. Honest.”

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