Walking into Trouble

O’Grady was the first to recover. His handsome mouth slanted in mocking amusement as he said drily, in his native Irish brogue,

“Well, I do be darned, Saint.”

Bianca blushed to the tips of her pretty roots and looked down at the pancake crumbs, unable to meet the sardonic, dark eyes of the man seated opposite her.

Finn St Just grunted.

And then, with a lightening like change, Liam O’Grady became businesslike and cold as he snapped,

‘Pet, I do not want you to step out of your rooms after 6 pm this evening.”

And looking up, he caught the set mouth of the young woman who was glaring at him narrow-eyed as he went on,

“I’m having guests.”

She dropped her eyes, sulkily, nodding.

Like I even want to meet them, her eloquent eye roll and shrug seemed to say and O’Grady smiled to himself. Oh, yes, this was a girl he would love to tame.

But he schooled his features, looking grim as he addressed her.

“Is that a yes?” he growled.

Bianca shot a quick look at St Just who was watching her and she l