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leave, but having already disappointed him once, she decided what could it hurt? Rory would simply have to stay put a few minutes longer.
    “Yes, of course, come on.”
    Dickie walked behind her, rubbing her shoulders as they went into the kitchen.
    “I’ll get ye a cup.” She reached up for the cabinet.
    “What the hell is this?” Dickie held up Rory’s cup.
    Dammit! She’d forgotten all about it.
    “Why do ye have two cups of warm coffee sitting here?”
    Moira swallowed, then let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, that’s nothing.” She grabbed him a cup. “I was so shocked on the phone with Shona that I forgot I’d already poured myself a cup and ended up pouring two.” She moved to the coffee maker, pouring the liquid into his cup. “Honestly, I can be so dumb sometimes. One lump or two?”
    Dickie came up behind her, grabbing her hips and grinding his crotch against her arse. “How about these two lumps?” He squeezed her butt.
    No way was she going to have sex with him with Rory in the house. No freaking way! Besides, Rory had hit the nail right on the head when he suggested that she wasn’t being satisfied in bed. Dickie had a great body, but that was about it. Not a bit of skill, and his selfishness tended to trump her pleasure. Again, why was she still with him?
    Turning in his arms, she playfully swatted at him. “Stop it. Here ye go.”
    Dickie eyed her as though he were trying to figure out what she was hiding, and then took the cup, sauntering to the table and sitting in the same chair that Rory had.
    “So, if she’s gotten her memory back, why didn’t she just come home?” He frowned, looking into his cup. “No cream?”
    “Oh, sorry, forgot.” She grabbed the jug from the fridge and brought it to the table, not bothering to offer him one of the fresh scones she’d baked the day before. She didn’t want him staying more than this cup. “Looks like she just”—she raised her hands up in the air in question—“woke up, or whatever they call it.”
    “Hmm. Interesting.” Dickie took a sip of the coffee and then stared into the cup in disappointment. He set it on the table.
    “Scary is more like it.” Moira shoved her fingers through her hair. “I hope its not genetic or something.”
    “Most people get amnesia from an accident. Did she say if she was in an accident?”
    The cellar door pushed open, silently, an inch behind Dickie’s head, and Moira nearly choked on her own tongue.
     

Chapter Six

     
    Ballocks, but Rory wanted to open up the cellar door all the way. He’d cracked it enough to get a look at the jackanapes giving Moira a hard time. The moment the bastard had knocked—nay, banged—on the front door, Rory had despised him.
    What a load of shite!
    The arrogant man had walked into her domain as though he owned the place. Made demands. Interrogated her. If Rory hadn’t known the two of them were involved, he would have thought one of the king’s agents had knocked down her door in search of answers to some crime.
    It took every ounce of his patience not to push the door the rest of the way open, grab the fool by his neck and pull him from the blasted chair. His chair.
    His woman.
    The sense of possession filled him so greatly, he had a hard time breathing. Moira was his . Even if she was denying him at the moment. She’d been his since the moment he laid eyes on her three years before. He’d spent the last three years in his own time trying to figure out just how to get back to her—on the pretense that he wanted to bring Shona back to where she belonged, but who was he kidding. He’d really wanted Moira. To see her, touch her, hear her laugh, to make love to her all night long and wake up beside her peaceful body in the morning.
    “Yes, an accident,” Moira was saying, her frown deepening as she concentrated on Dickie .
    Fucking Dickie had better get his arse up and out of the house if he knew what was good for him.
    There had been a split second where