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a t-shirt and boxers from one of her bags and handed them to her. Morgan dressed quietly while he checked the locks on the windows and door. She snuggled under the blankets, her body weary but soothed and replete with calm from head to toe. For the moment anyway.
“You’ve had the day of your life and you’ve need of a good night’s sleep.” Conall slid in beside her, the warmth of his body like a crackling fire. Tucking her to his side, he wrapped his arm around her. “A good night’s sleep and plenty more fucking.”
Conall couldn’t sleep for shit. That didn’t surprise him. He couldn’t sleep anywhere but his own bed. Then again, what man in his right mind wanted to sleep when he had someone as beautiful as Morgan Keevy beside him? Not to mention there was the matter of his brother and Morgan’s sister to keep him awake. Nope, no impediments to restful sleep there.
God, what a day. When he replayed the night’s events in his mind, it made him dizzy. A stressful clan gathering, meeting Morgan, a knife in the chest and the best sex he’d ever had. Still his mind raced a hundred kilometers an hour.
He was being torn down the middle. On the one hand, he was doomed to lose his brother, half his soul, to the maddening effects of some unfair curse. On the other hand, he’d been blessed having just met the woman he truly believed was the love of his life. In a few hours, they’d lived and loved more than most people, and he wanted more.
Tomorrow. He would deal with it all tomorrow. Once Morgan was safely moved into another hotel, he would try once more to convince his brother to do the right thing. There were two choices. He could turn himself in to American authorities or he could turn himself over to the clan elders. Conall hoped he chose the latter but for selfish reasons. Ciaran would survive in the prison their father built. In a small cage built into the face of a cliff he might lose his mind but he would never harm another person again. Perhaps in time, he could help Ciaran find his way back to restored sanity and a chance at happiness.
The woman in his arms stirred softly. He wasn’t sleeping well lately and he could tell Morgan wasn’t either. The beast in him had something to tire them out and he had half a mind to act on his animal instincts. But the civilized man decided to give sleep one more chance.
Just one more.
Chapter Five
Morgan sat by the window and defied the cold seeping in through the old seal. The full moon made it bright out but aside from grass and rock, there was little to see. She admitted to no one that she drew comfort in her own reflection. But it was not for vanity that the eyes the color of a November sky staring back at her soothed the tender place in her heart. It was that she used to share those same eyes with someone else. Again, her mind drifted to Megan.
At the news of her sister’s murder, she’d spent the following weeks sobbing into her pillow, sitting by the window waiting for the lost piece of herself to return home, for the nightmare to end. But Megan never returned and the nightmare continued. And now the nightmare was her life. Thanks to Ciaran McCade.
For days and days after hearing her sister was dead, Morgan didn’t venture from the upstairs bedroom they’d shared from grade school to graduation. She’d turned down her scholarship, stopped going out with friends and lost too much weight. She’d taken pills to numb the pain and stared down more than a few counselors who all preached the same message: grieve but move on.
And she would. She promised her mother that much. But she needed resolution first. Resolution, or the first hint of it, was here in a sleepy little rural community in Scotland. The journey hadn’t been easy, but at long last she was on the cusp of the long-sought peace of mind she craved. Each new town, each new hotel room, each new recitation of her promise to the ghost in the mirror made this strange new life, if one
“You’ve had the day of your life and you’ve need of a good night’s sleep.” Conall slid in beside her, the warmth of his body like a crackling fire. Tucking her to his side, he wrapped his arm around her. “A good night’s sleep and plenty more fucking.”
Conall couldn’t sleep for shit. That didn’t surprise him. He couldn’t sleep anywhere but his own bed. Then again, what man in his right mind wanted to sleep when he had someone as beautiful as Morgan Keevy beside him? Not to mention there was the matter of his brother and Morgan’s sister to keep him awake. Nope, no impediments to restful sleep there.
God, what a day. When he replayed the night’s events in his mind, it made him dizzy. A stressful clan gathering, meeting Morgan, a knife in the chest and the best sex he’d ever had. Still his mind raced a hundred kilometers an hour.
He was being torn down the middle. On the one hand, he was doomed to lose his brother, half his soul, to the maddening effects of some unfair curse. On the other hand, he’d been blessed having just met the woman he truly believed was the love of his life. In a few hours, they’d lived and loved more than most people, and he wanted more.
Tomorrow. He would deal with it all tomorrow. Once Morgan was safely moved into another hotel, he would try once more to convince his brother to do the right thing. There were two choices. He could turn himself in to American authorities or he could turn himself over to the clan elders. Conall hoped he chose the latter but for selfish reasons. Ciaran would survive in the prison their father built. In a small cage built into the face of a cliff he might lose his mind but he would never harm another person again. Perhaps in time, he could help Ciaran find his way back to restored sanity and a chance at happiness.
The woman in his arms stirred softly. He wasn’t sleeping well lately and he could tell Morgan wasn’t either. The beast in him had something to tire them out and he had half a mind to act on his animal instincts. But the civilized man decided to give sleep one more chance.
Just one more.
Chapter Five
Morgan sat by the window and defied the cold seeping in through the old seal. The full moon made it bright out but aside from grass and rock, there was little to see. She admitted to no one that she drew comfort in her own reflection. But it was not for vanity that the eyes the color of a November sky staring back at her soothed the tender place in her heart. It was that she used to share those same eyes with someone else. Again, her mind drifted to Megan.
At the news of her sister’s murder, she’d spent the following weeks sobbing into her pillow, sitting by the window waiting for the lost piece of herself to return home, for the nightmare to end. But Megan never returned and the nightmare continued. And now the nightmare was her life. Thanks to Ciaran McCade.
For days and days after hearing her sister was dead, Morgan didn’t venture from the upstairs bedroom they’d shared from grade school to graduation. She’d turned down her scholarship, stopped going out with friends and lost too much weight. She’d taken pills to numb the pain and stared down more than a few counselors who all preached the same message: grieve but move on.
And she would. She promised her mother that much. But she needed resolution first. Resolution, or the first hint of it, was here in a sleepy little rural community in Scotland. The journey hadn’t been easy, but at long last she was on the cusp of the long-sought peace of mind she craved. Each new town, each new hotel room, each new recitation of her promise to the ghost in the mirror made this strange new life, if one
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