Grabbing the tray where Moira had arranged the glasses of Caipirinha, Ana swirled and replied, without looking over her shoulder. “No idea what you’re talking about. Later,babe.”
Moira didn’t savor the small victory. She was too worried for that. She fished her phone from the pocket in her apron, unlocked the screen, and called his number. It went straight to voicemail.Shit.
The restaurant phone rang, and she said a silent prayer as she picked up. “Hey, Moira. What’sup?”
“Tell me you’re parking,” she growled atTristan.
“I will be in aboutfifteen.”
Moira lost her cool and offered her boss a long list of colorful, well-chosen cuss words in Portuguese. She didn’t think he spoke the language well enough to get all of them, mainly the obscure ones. But she hoped he would get thegist.
He did. “My bad.Sorry.”
“Puta que pariu! Shit, man! You’re already fifteen minutes late, dude. I’ve got to take Dani to thedoctor.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Listen, you’ll make it in time. I promise. I’m on my way. Just wanted to let you know I was running late. I’ve got togo.”
No pending orders hung on the edge of the counter waiting for her to prepare them, so Moira figured she’d better gather her things and be ready to hit the road as soon as Tristan got to Chez Nous. She paced the corridor that led to the back door, stretching her neck every five minutes to peer outside. She had never noticed how high the damn window on that wallwas.
When she spotted Tristan’s sports car pulling up to his reserved spot, she stormed out of the backdoor and stomped past him on the way to her car. She slowed down to say goodbye to Tristan with a scowl. She started her car and backed out of her spot before he climbed out of hiscar.
She rolled down her window and shouted, “’Bout time,man.”
She peeled off, tires screeching, pedestrians jumping backwards. Moira felt like a fucking stunt in an action movie. She didn’t care, as long as she made it to Dani’s school and the doctor’s office intime.
And didn’t kill anyone in theprocess.
* * *
When Moiraand Dani arrived home, Aidan welcomed them with dinner. And after they ate, Felipe helped Aidan clean up and wash as Moira and Dani got a quick shower. They watched television and the kids went to bed around nine, a little later than usual, but that had not been a usual day forMoira.
Antsy, Moira was definitely not herselftonight.
“We should do it,” she blundered, making the poor man snap his neck around to stare at her. She sat on the couch as he knelt in front of the television hooking up a new video game console he had bought for thekids.
He dropped everything and crawled to her, kneeling between her legs, bracing his forearms on her thighs. “Do you mean what I think you mean? Are you trying to give me a heart attack,woman?”
She chuckled. “Not in the least. I need you alive and well for what I have inmind.”
“I’m allears.”
She brushed her mouth over his. It would be so easy to deepen the kiss and lose herself in her Irish boyfriend’sarms.
She had finally admitted it toherself.
Good. Now own it, MoiraRomano.
She substituted her lips for the tips of her finger. He captured her index, pulled it inside his mouth, and licked it. She moaned, eyes glued to the sensual movements of his lips, the way his cheeks hollowed when he sucked her finger. She had never pegged her index as an erogenouszone.
She waswrong.
Or maybe it was Aidan. He turned every part of her body into a sweetspot.
“God, you’re good.” She hated to stop him, but she couldn’t allow things to go too far. She pulled her finger out and rested her forehead on his. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this here with the kids nextdoor.”
“Absolutely. I got carriedaway.”
“Just so we’re clear, I meant to say I want to do it with you. You heard right. I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a while to have sex withyou.”
