Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“No, Cole. I didn’t know ya were coming here. Would ya like something to drink?”
“What I want is to take my time and do this proper, but yer trying to make me bend ya over and fuck the shit out of ya right where ya stand.”
Her eyes fill with lust as she looks me over. I’m dressed in all black, but I might as well be naked the way she takes me in. I grin and palm the side of her face. The deep waves framing her face and bangs are something new.
It looks good on her. Deja would be beautiful bundled in a potato sack. She smells amazing too.
“I’m not letting ya shag me so ya can go back to wherever ya come from. Do ya want a drink or not, Cole?”
I tug her to me and kiss her hard. Just as she did yesterday, she wraps her arms around my neck and allows me to devour her. I want to clear this place out and take her on the nearest surface.
The chemistry between us is insane. My skin is humming from being near her. If I ever doubted wanting to make her mine, the thought has gone out of the window.
“What are ya doing?” she pants as she breaks the kiss and looks up at me.
“Having a drink. Yer delicious, love. What time are ya done here?”
“Why?”
“We’ll have a drink, and we can talk. I’m in Scotland just for ya. Nothing else. I want to understand what I’m missing. Why ya shut down on me yesterday.”
“That’s not going to happen. Ya might as well go back home.”
I frown. “Those words just tasted like shit, didn’t they? Ya don’t want me gone any more than I want to leave ya.”
“We have a problem here? Who is this, Deja?”
“I’ve got it, Harold. There isn’t a problem.”
“Aye, Harold. Be a good boy and go sit the fuck down,” I bite out.
“Cole,” Deja chides.
“Who the fuck do ye think ye are?”
“I’m her man. Not that I need to explain shit to you. Take your ass back to your table before I fold you and roll you back to it,” I growl, allowing my New York accent to come forward.
“We’d like to see ye try,” another asshole comes to help his friend as they stand here looking like they’re trying to intimidate me.
I roll my shoulders and crack my neck to the side. I didn’t get my workout in this morning. I have no problem doing it now.
I look them both over as a third joins them. I snort. They’re not small men.
However, I’m making it out of here without a problem. I can promise that. I plant my feet and stand firm as if I own the place. I’m the last person they’re going to intimidate.
“Guys, it’s okay. Ye can go back to yer seats. I’ll bring yer next round over in a bit, on me,” DJ says.
“Are ye sure?”
“Aye, I’m sure. Thanks, guys.”
I reach for her hand and lace my fingers with hers as we stand here waiting for these three to mind their own fucking business. There is an instant connection. My hand begins to warm and tingle as I hold hers.
Ignoring them, I look down at DJ, searching her face. She’s glancing up at me. Giving her a wink, I then squeeze her hand. A mix of lust and confusion crosses her face.
I dip in to peck her lips, wanting to deepen the kiss, but using restraint instead. She tugs her hand from mine and nods for me to follow her. I move closely behind her to block the view from anyone else other than me.
She laughs. “Really, Cole?”
“Brooklyn.”
“Huh?”
“Ya should get used to calling me Brooklyn. That’s what I answer to in America.”
“Are ya shitting me?”
“Ach, not at all. There’s a lot ya need to know before I take ya home.”
She stops in her tracks and turns to me. So many emotions are running across her face. I place a hand on her waist and search her eyes.
“Okay, ya can stay. I’ll listen to ya.”
“That’s my girl.”
CHAPTER 14
IDidn’t Know
Deja
We’re sitting in the pub after the place has closed, and everyone has gone home. Cole has helped me to clean up and set up for tomorrow—or should I say Brooklyn?
I was a little thrown when he asked me to call him that. I knew it was a nickname of his, but Kate told me he used it for business, not family.
I couldn’t help but feel like he was establishing the difference earlier. I’m no longer family, I’m an outsider. Or his presence here is strictly business.
“I didn’t know any of that,” I say as we sit in one of the booths in the back while he tells me that my uncle Donny was murdered around the same time as my da.