“I didn’t. Keenan did.”
I pulled a pillow over my head and groaned. Then my stomach made this horrible noise, and I didn’t know if it was going to revolt or if it just desperately needed sustenance to soak up the acid left from the alcohol.
“Maeve.”
I lowered the pillow. Cian stood on my side of the bed and handed me a cracker. He’d moved so easily from his side I hadn’t even felt it. He had already dressed. A pair of sweatpants.
While I took small bites of the bland food, he set a sweater over my head, slipped some thermal pants on me, and then took knee-high socks with the Irish flag on them and pulled them up my legs. Then as easily as he had moved before, he picked me up and brought me downstairs.
He set me on one of the stools in the kitchen and then started to open cabinets. When he found the crackers, he put a bunch on a plate and set it in front of me. He poured me a cup of tea, and I inhaled it like air as I twisted my hair into a low, messy bun.
I’d gotten caught up in eating and drinking, and it took me a second to realize Cian’s eyes were on me. When I looked up, he was standing against the counter, his arms crossed, and a big grin on his face.
“You think this is funny. Me being hung over.” I flung a cracker at him. He dodged, laughing. “You do!” I flung another one at him, and this time he opened his mouth, trying to catch it.
“You went buck wild on me last night.” He dodged another cracker. Then he looked down his pants. “You might have even broken my cock.”
“Liar!” I went after him, and after he dodged a bit, he let me jump on his back. “I’d never break that. It’s too valuable.” I switched to his front and stuck my hand down his pants. “But if I did…I don’t mind fixing it. I’m good with my hands.” I wiggled my fingers against him.
We started laughing, and touching, and kissing.
A throat cleared at the door, and I removed my hand from down his pants like he’d suddenly gotten blazing hot. Cian laughed even harder, setting me down, using me as a shield in front of him. His erection poked me in the back. I thought he was doing it on purpose.
Keenan shook his head, but he was grinning some. “Fair warnin’. I’m lettin’ the two prize fighters out.”
He disappeared, and something dawned on me. I turned my head a fraction. “It’s not that you find me drunk and with a hangover funny, but you like when I get jealous. I was being jealous last night.”
“You don’t ever need to be jealous, but when you are…” His eyes lit up. “It makes you do some wicked thin’s to me in the bedroom.”
“Do you ever get jealous over me?”
His face turned serious. “Every second of every day—I’m jealous of the air you breathe. It gets to have you in a way I don’t.”
I shook my head. “Not true. You feel like the air I breathe now.”
He leaned into my neck and kissed my pulse, and I wrapped my arms around his, pulling him even closer to me.
Keenan breezed back into the kitchen, going for the hot water to make himself a cup of tea. Robert came in next, looking disheveled, though I could tell he’d taken a shower that morning. Delaney mirrored me, except she was swaying some, and one side of her hair stuck up. I hurriedly touched my head and realized mine was doing the same thing, even with the bun.
She pointed at me. “Drink it up while you’re young, Mae. A midlife body does not recover like a young one.” She plopped down on a stool and resumed her same position from the night before. Her head went to her arm, and the not knotted pieces of her hair fanned out. “I have a wicked, wicked headache.”
Keenan set a glass of tea in front of her, and Robert eyed him with suspicion. I narrowed my eyes at Robert. He had no frigging right to get jealous afterhewas going ondates.
Robert lifted his hands. “I’m not sure when alcohol got involved, or how much it made Delaney omit, but she didn’t tell you the entire story.”
I looked at Delaney, and she tried to shove Robert but ended up pushing air.
“I asked Delaney to marry me,” he said.
“What?” I breathed at the same time she popped up like a puppet on a string and yelled toward him, “And why didyouhave to do that?”
Robert pointed a hand at her.
“What’s going on, Delaney? I thought you said…” I didn’t finish, because I’d missed a big chunk of the story.
“He did something I never expected. When I told him I wasn’t sure if I could…agree, or maybe live with it, I said we should take a break. Or maybe he did.”
“You didn’t say,” I continued. “You didn’t want to tell me.”
