He winked and dragged me in for another soft kiss, then buried his face against my neck to inhale there, a snuffling monster. I shivered in delight as he trailed his nose along my pulse point.
“You smell a bit like Kirk’s Creaming Soda, if it came in cherry vanilla.”
Snickering, I leaned back so I could see his face. “Would you say I have you creaming your shorts?” I rocked my hips, grinding against him, and chuckled harder.
“You’re a wicked one,” he murmured, then kissed me. He shifted around underneath me, but when we broke apart, he was panting and gritting his teeth, and I didn’t think his reactions had anything to do with me touching him. No, he was in pain, and my attempts to distract him weren’t helping at all.
My phone rang, and with a frown, I tugged it out of my dress pocket. I slid off Legend to my feet and paced away from him. His phone also began to ring, and he cursed. I almost swallowed my tongue when I read the name on my phone screen and realized the person on the other end of the line was Cillian. I immediately answered.
“Hello, sir?”
“We need yer help.” Cillian sounded ready to beat someone to death.
Behind me Legend growled. “Bloody hell, I’ll kill them!”
Okay, everyone was angry.Great.I covered my ear as Legend continued to swear and pressed the phone closer. “What’s up?”
Cillian grunted. “We need a lookout, that’s what. Is that ye or not? I know Legend’s got ye stuck in that nice house of his like ye’re the knocked-up missus, but ye have a job to do.”
Panicking, I plucked at the skirt of my dress and let the fabric fall again. “Right now? Like, this second?”
“Needed ye two hours ago, lad, but now will do, aye,” he snapped.
“For what?” I bit my lip and glanced over my shoulder at Legend, but he was nodding along with his phone jammed against his ear.
“Lookout! I already said! Isn’t that yer specialty? I’ll send the Ryans to fetch ye.”
Legend sat up and sort of wavered in place while scowling at something he was hearing.
“Uh, hold on.” I dropped my phone to my side and stepped closer to Legend. “What is going on?”
“My best mate Mercy’s house is burning down as we speak.” He slapped the bed. “Your friends and him got tangled in some shit, and they’re headed out for blood. I have to go.” He tried to stand, and rather than going anywhere, he hit his knees on the floor, gasping. The ice pack lay forgotten on the bed. He glared at his hand.
“Shit! No, no, no. You can’t!”
There was a sound from my phone and by the time I got it to my ear again all I heard was “what the bloody feck do ye mean no?”
“I wasn’t talking to you. I’ll send you an address so the twins can pick me up.”
“Good,” Cillian said and that was it. He ended the call.
Sighing, I brought up Google Maps and let it find me, even though I hated having the location turned on because—hello, criminal—but whatever. After I knew the address, I sent the info to Cillian.
“Do it. Give ’em hell, Freckles,” Legend said, then ended the call with a grin. “Did I hear right? You are not going with these nutters.”
Anger scrabbled through my insides. I hated being pulled in two different directions. Legend wanted to be with me, but I had a job to do here. “Cillian said they need me!”
“The bloody Italians you were sent here to help me with were trying to sell the passports they stole to a man called Scrum—”
“Why is that his name?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. “That sounds like something you scrape out of a used condom.”
He chuckled and waved his good hand. “You’re bloody adorable, Lolly. Take too long to explain. But he’s the man who buys stolen things like that in these parts. Scrum passed word on to Mercy because he’d heard we were looking for anyone selling passports, and we pay best in these parts. Mercy took the boys from the pub they were out at to jump the courier the Italians had hired to drop off the stolen documents. The boys went back to the pub all proud as could be. Turns out, Padulano’s arseholes realized they’d been double-crossed by Scrum, and they went to burn down Scrum’s shop. The courier also followed them back to the pub without anyone noticing, probably because they were half legless already, and he recognized Mercy. So, the Italians hit his place, too. Ballsy shit.” Legend grimaced.
Groaning, I glanced at my phone. “And now they’re on their way to kill someone?”
Legend laughed. “About sums it up. I need to go.”
Pushing on his shoulders gently, I shook my head. “No,Ineed to go.”
