Page 44 of Sullivan

“Well, since I fell asleep last night, and you were so, ah, ready, when I woke up, I thought I’d wake you with a smile.”

“That you did, love.”

She grinned, and I glanced over at the clock. It was barely past five. I lifted an eyebrow with a small smirk. “I have another thirty minutes, mo fhiadh beag. Whatever will we do with the extra time?”

“Coffee?” she said, sounding hopeful.

I rolled her over so she was pinned under me. “How about a quick snack, then I’ll make you coffee before I get ready?” I murmured, kissing my way down her neck to her breasts. I took a stiff nipple in my mouth and sucked.

My name from her mouth was a long, slow breath of air. “Sully.”

I took that as a yes.

I looked up as Lloyd came into the office, sliding a coffee onto my desk and handing me a stack of file folders.

“More work. Thanks,” I said sarcastically.

He chuckled. “That’s what happens when you’re the top dog. Everyone wants you.”

I waved him away. “Enough of your blarney.”

He began to leave, and I stopped him. “What is the name of that florist you ordered Bonnie’s flowers from for her birthday?”

“Bows and Petals,” he replied. “But it’s not until May.” He frowned. “You need me to order something?”

“I’ll do it myself.”

He returned to the desk and sat in one of the chairs across from me. “Spill.”

“I need some flowers,” I said. “Go back to work.”

He held up his hand. “First off, I’ve been holding back. Second, you get Agatha in here and don’t tell me why. Third, you’ve been smiling. For no reason. I think I heard you hum yesterday. And fourth, all the lines on your forehead are gone. And now you want the name of a florist. So either you have met someone who has blown your arse out of the water with her fabulousness, or you’re leaving the country and you’re thanking Agatha for helping. And, boss man, it better be number one, ’cause I ain’t working for anyone else in this place.”

With that, he crossed his legs, swinging his foot in vexation.

I studied him. “You list shite off like that to Frank?” I asked, knowing he did. Frank was the calm one in their relationship. Lloyd was all mouthy and demanding. Two things that made me like him even more.

“Yes. And he responds. As you will.” He paused. “Tell me you’re not leaving.”

“I’m not leaving.”

He bent forward, excitement dancing in his eyes. “How fabulous is she, then?”

“So fabulous, I plan on keeping her the rest of my life.”

He slow-blinked. Stood. Sat back down. “When?”

“At the cottage.” I gave a fast, PG version of our meeting.

“And she is going to stay?”

“I think so.”

He smiled. “I’m happy for you.”

“And?” I asked suspiciously. That response was far too tame for Lloyd. Especially given my news.

He stood. “And I wish you every happiness.”