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He’d probably be glad of a distraction from the ‘children’ problem.
‘Is Kieran still there? I’d like to talk to him.’
‘Sure.’ But then she heard a car starting. At her front gate? Kieran? A low, throaty engine roared away. A sports car kind of sound. Definitely Kieran. ‘Seems I’m wrong. He’s just left.’
Without a word. Whatever happened to saying goodnight? Anger vied with disappointment. Surely she wasn’t asking too much? Even if he couldn’t handle being a dad, he could’ve poked his head around the corner and said something before he disappeared. Even if the situation had got too much for him and he’d needed to get away, how hard would that have been? Guess she didn’t rate too highly on his list of important people or things. Her shoulders slumped. Was she being impatient? Probably. But she didn’t know how to be any different.
Stephanie didn’t seem too concerned. ‘I’ll catch up with him later. I’ll bring my dress over on Friday. See you.’ Click. She’d gone, too.
Leaving Abby feeling incredibly lonely. At home with two children while their other parent, as such, raced back to town and presumably the safety of his new apartment. So where was the problem? She hadn’t expected him to make himself so comfortable that he’d stay to start taking over caring for the children.
Give the guy a chance to get used to all this.
Two mugs stood on the bench. The kettle was warm to her touch. So he’d got that far with making the drinks. She boiled the water again and took her tea with her to check up on Seamus. Sound asleep, he looked angelic, which he was. Most of the time. A smile tugged at her mouth, despite her gloomy mood. Seamus always did this to her whenever she was out of sorts. One look and she felt better about her world.
Now she studied his face, so like the face that had haunted her over the last two years. Moving away, she sank onto theend of her bed, her thoughts automatically returning to Kieran. Today, when she’d met him at the airport, she’d seen that her memory had been correct. The sharp lines running down the sides of his mouth were still there, as was that lopsided smile that sliced through her every time. Those full lips that had done untold exciting things to her body were exactly as she recalled. Oh, yes, her body remembered him very well.
Too well. Now all she had to do was cope with him being around for two months when just looking at him sent all her hormones into a dance. That was all.
That was all?
CHAPTER FIVE
D RESSED in non-matching panties and bra, Abby headed down the hall, vigorously towelling her freshly washed hair. How could she have slept in? How had she managed to sleep at all with everything going on in her mind? Mainly things about Kieran. He really had got to her in a very short time. She had to get herself under control, stop thinking Kieran at every turn.
Seamus played with a wooden truck in the bedroom, damp nappies drooping around his knees. She left him to go and start making toast. Olivia was chattering in the kitchen, probably telling Teddy what she wanted for breakfast. Had she dressed herself this morning? Some days she did so, with bizarre results, some days she wanted Abby to do it.
At the kitchen door Abby lowered the towel, looking for Olivia, and gasped. Her heart stopped, then with a thud resumed its regular beat.
‘Kieran. What are you doing here? How did you get in?’ Hadn’t she locked up before going to bed last night?
‘Good morning, Abigail.’ He looked past her. For Seamus? Surely that had to be a good sign?
‘Morning yourself,’ she muttered, then realised where his gaze had settled and hurriedly draped the towel around her body. Except the towel was too small and only covered from her breasts to halfway down her backside. Abby startedbacking out of the kitchen. She’d get dressed properly before asking why he was here.
‘I opened the door,’ Olivia informed her importantly.
‘Haven’t I told
‘Is Kieran still there? I’d like to talk to him.’
‘Sure.’ But then she heard a car starting. At her front gate? Kieran? A low, throaty engine roared away. A sports car kind of sound. Definitely Kieran. ‘Seems I’m wrong. He’s just left.’
Without a word. Whatever happened to saying goodnight? Anger vied with disappointment. Surely she wasn’t asking too much? Even if he couldn’t handle being a dad, he could’ve poked his head around the corner and said something before he disappeared. Even if the situation had got too much for him and he’d needed to get away, how hard would that have been? Guess she didn’t rate too highly on his list of important people or things. Her shoulders slumped. Was she being impatient? Probably. But she didn’t know how to be any different.
Stephanie didn’t seem too concerned. ‘I’ll catch up with him later. I’ll bring my dress over on Friday. See you.’ Click. She’d gone, too.
Leaving Abby feeling incredibly lonely. At home with two children while their other parent, as such, raced back to town and presumably the safety of his new apartment. So where was the problem? She hadn’t expected him to make himself so comfortable that he’d stay to start taking over caring for the children.
Give the guy a chance to get used to all this.
Two mugs stood on the bench. The kettle was warm to her touch. So he’d got that far with making the drinks. She boiled the water again and took her tea with her to check up on Seamus. Sound asleep, he looked angelic, which he was. Most of the time. A smile tugged at her mouth, despite her gloomy mood. Seamus always did this to her whenever she was out of sorts. One look and she felt better about her world.
Now she studied his face, so like the face that had haunted her over the last two years. Moving away, she sank onto theend of her bed, her thoughts automatically returning to Kieran. Today, when she’d met him at the airport, she’d seen that her memory had been correct. The sharp lines running down the sides of his mouth were still there, as was that lopsided smile that sliced through her every time. Those full lips that had done untold exciting things to her body were exactly as she recalled. Oh, yes, her body remembered him very well.
Too well. Now all she had to do was cope with him being around for two months when just looking at him sent all her hormones into a dance. That was all.
That was all?
CHAPTER FIVE
D RESSED in non-matching panties and bra, Abby headed down the hall, vigorously towelling her freshly washed hair. How could she have slept in? How had she managed to sleep at all with everything going on in her mind? Mainly things about Kieran. He really had got to her in a very short time. She had to get herself under control, stop thinking Kieran at every turn.
Seamus played with a wooden truck in the bedroom, damp nappies drooping around his knees. She left him to go and start making toast. Olivia was chattering in the kitchen, probably telling Teddy what she wanted for breakfast. Had she dressed herself this morning? Some days she did so, with bizarre results, some days she wanted Abby to do it.
At the kitchen door Abby lowered the towel, looking for Olivia, and gasped. Her heart stopped, then with a thud resumed its regular beat.
‘Kieran. What are you doing here? How did you get in?’ Hadn’t she locked up before going to bed last night?
‘Good morning, Abigail.’ He looked past her. For Seamus? Surely that had to be a good sign?
‘Morning yourself,’ she muttered, then realised where his gaze had settled and hurriedly draped the towel around her body. Except the towel was too small and only covered from her breasts to halfway down her backside. Abby startedbacking out of the kitchen. She’d get dressed properly before asking why he was here.
‘I opened the door,’ Olivia informed her importantly.
‘Haven’t I told
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