Lachlan (Dangerous Doms #5) - Jane Henry Page 0,32

He’s confident you’re not safe. He agreed with me that we won’t run, and that we’ll find whoever’s behind this.”

I nod.

“So for now, I suppose I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend.”

He winces.

“Why do you look as if that pains you, Lachlan?” I ask. Just when I think I mean something to him…

“I don’t want to be your boyfriend,” he says. “I want so much more than that.”

Oh my God.

There’s a knock at the door indicating room service. I let him get it while I mull this over.

Chapter 8

Lachlan

I’ve been a fool not admitting how I feel about her. A damn fool.

Yes, Nolan could kick my arse and so could Sheena, but I’d kick my own bloody arse if anyone harmed a hair on her head.

Fiona and I will make this work. And I’ll fight anyone who gets in our way.

I bring the tray of food into the room and settle it beside the bed.

“Eat. Then get ready.”

“Still a man of few words,” she muses with a teasing curl of her lip. She pounds her chest, and speaks in a comically deep voice. “Eat, woman.”

I hand her the tray with a warning look, though I can’t help but smile at her.

“Now.”

I sit beside her and dig into my plate of bacon and eggs, while she drizzles so much syrup on her pancakes I can hardly see them.

“Makes my teeth hurt just looking at that,” I say with a grimace.

“It’s delicious,” she says around a mouthful of pancakes.

We eat in comfortable silence. I watch as she cuts a piece of pancake with her knife and places it between her pouty lips. She chews and swallows, then shakes her head.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful.”

A faint flush of pink colors her cheeks, and she looks away. “Thank you. Is your food good?”

I’d give anything to keep this normal, to bask in the simplicity of being with Fiona, for as long as I can. Simplicity is underrated.

“Aye.”

“So after this… do you have anything to do?” she asks.

“Watch you.”

She smiles. “Even if that means coming onto campus with me?”

“Of course. I don’t want any of those dumb blokes thinking for a minute that you’re free.”

She gives me a teasing look. “But maybe I am.”

Heat surges in me at her taunt, but I keep myself in check. I reach over to cup her cheek in my hands, but my voice is laced with warning. “You’re bloody well not.”

She closes her eyes and her own hand clasps over mine. She sighs and shakes her head, but doesn’t speak for long minutes. Finally, she opens her eyes and stares at me.

“I feel like—like I’ve wanted this. And that it isn’t real. That I’m going to blink my eyes and wake from a dream. And you’ll be distant again. You’ll deny that you care.”

Deny that I care? Is that what she thinks?

I’ve spent years doing everything I could to protect her, to keep her safe, while I’ve been the one inflicting wounds. I regret what I’ve done, and I’m determined not to do it again.

“I know, lass, and for that I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to—”

I hold up my hand to stop her. “I do. I owe you an apology.”

She swallows, then nods. Accepting it.

We continue to eat in silence, until she asks another question.

“So… well… does that mean that you’re my boyfriend, then? Or at least pretending to be one?”

I roll my eyes. In the Irish mob, “boyfriend” is a foreign term. You’re either with a woman you claim… or you’re not.

“Sure,” I say with a sigh. “We’ll have to do something, won’t we?”

“Aye,” she says with a laugh. “We’ll have to do something.”

My phone rings. Keenan. She’s finished her breakfast, so I send her to the shower with a teasing smack to the rear. She squeals and giggles. I’m still smiling when I answer the phone.

“Keenan.”

“Found them, Lach.”

I run a hand through my hair. Bloody hell. I know he means the guard.

“Did you?”

“Aye. Tiernan called me.” He tells me how our Boston brothers were called in. They’re under no obligation to protect our family, but they come to our aid when we need them to.

“Were they hurt?”

I know they were. They had to have been.

I close my eyes and cringe when he describes the condition of their mutilated bodies. I instantly regret the plateful of bacon and eggs I just finished. As he tells me details, I walk to where Fiona is, because I need to see her, I need to tell myself one more time that she’s safe, that no one’s