Hard to say when it had actually happened. Perhaps as a boy when she'd first come to him in dreams, surrounded by buttercups and under the sun's golden rays. Maybe it was the second he'd spotted the real her from his office window, standing on the sidewalk while leveling his foundation. Or it could've been the moment he'd kissed her in the lighthouse, knotting years of memories and opening his eyes he hadn't realized were closed.Regardless of when, the truth smacked him upside the head now. He'd been on the brink before with other women, had waded in that particular pool a time or two, yet hadn't fully engaged his heart. But he'd been fooling himself. All along, and without even realizing it, he'd been waiting for her.For Kaida. A restless soul just searching for a place to belong. Intelligent, adaptable, determined, and intuitive Kaida Galloway.Unimaginable heat filled him, shoving drafts out of the corners and cold from the cracks. Throat tight and pulse tripping, he succumbed.
With Brady holding her hand, Kaida stepped into Meath Mansion and through an elegant foyer. The breath backed up in her lungs as she glanced around. The whole place screamed something courtesy of Daddy Warbucks. From the winding marble staircase to the vaulted ceiling to the crystal chandelier, it oozed money. Boatloads. Old and new fortune. It was like standing in a museum with the art pieces and fancy vases. And just as cold. Everywhere she turned, there were hallways and rooms off the entryway."Wow, Brady. When you said mansion, you weren't exaggerating."He grunted, but any reply he might've given was cut off by his brothers exiting a room to the left of the staircase.Tristan pocketed a cell and handed a piece of paper to Brady. "That's the new alarm code. Memorize it. I just got off the phone with the security company. We now have to give that code when changing anything in our plan. I also informed them no one but us three are allowed to make any alterations." He strode fo
At his repeat ministration, she whimpered and clenched his strands. Holding him to her, she wrapped a leg around his, desperate to cease the throbbing at the apex of her thighs. A groan, and he circled her navel with his tongue, then kept going. Lower, lower.Parting her thighs, he settled between them. Unable to breathe, to think, she ground her hips and silently begged. As if knowing just what she needed, he closed his mouth around her, and she bowed."Brady," she breathed. "Oh God." She chanted his name over and over until her lungs burned from the effort. Never letting up, he groaned like he loved the sound of her calling for him. The vibrations rumbled through her core and sent her on a one-way ticket to the edge of bliss. Gripping the pillow, she came, convulsing with her head thrown back.While she was still experiencing aftershocks, he rose over her and nipped her chin. Passion clouded his eyes and his lids fell to half-mast. In his gaze was sentiment she'd never witnessed
Brady groaned and rolled over in bed to avoid the stream of sunlight smacking him in the face through the balcony doors. Smiling like an idiot at the rosemary scent clinging to his pillow and recalling the previous evening's events, he reached for Kaida. Except the sheets were cool. Frowning, he pried his eyes open and found a folded piece of paper on her side of the mattress.Stole one of your t-shirts. I'm downstairs.She'd put a smiley face at the end of her note, which was entirely too adorable. And it didn't make him grin. Much. He rose and relieved himself in the adjoining bathroom, then threw on a pair of sweats and his glasses to go in search of her.Best damn night of his life. Would've been the best morning of his life if she were still in his bed.The sound of muttering voices and the scent of coffee led him to the kitchen. He propped a shoulder against the frame, mostly out of sight, and grinned wider at finding Kaida on a stool by the island next to Riley, bare feet on
Once he finished a shower, he threw on a pair of gray slacks and a white button-down, then stared at the bed. Kept staring. The sheets were rumpled from their love-making, her scent lingered in the room, and recollection of their passion flooded him until suffocation loomed.All he wanted was more. More memories, more time together, more...everything. Interesting, because he'd never thought himself a sadist.The sisters had arrived by the time he'd made it back downstairs and were helping his brothers set out the food in the formal dining room. They hadn't dined in or used this space since their uncle had left the island nine years ago. Brady had almost forgotten what it looked like.Walnut wainscot paneling would've made the interior dim or moody if not for the elaborate chandelier over the massive ten-seater Palais Royale and the bay window facing the eastern side of the grounds. The space was still as ostentatious as he remembered. Monet on the walls, a Copenhagen china set too
Kaida, mouth agape, stared at the leather-bound journals Brady had placed on the table in the library. Wearing white gloves, he'd retrieved them from a high glass-encased shelf and had lined them in order. Fifty-two in all. Some bindings were cracked, the pages yellow with age. Others looked new and barely touched.Amazing. So was the room. While Brady had been busy, she'd strolled around, fighting a bookgasm. They had first editions of most of her favorite classics and newer titles. Volumes and volumes of fiction, non-fiction, encyclopedias... Heaven. And those were just the books. Vaulted ceiling with a mural of angels. A fireplace she and her sisters could walk inside. Intricate accent carvings and a bar in the corner.Heck, all she'd need was a bathroom and she could move in, never to see daylight again."Okay, we have two problems." Brady held up his gloved hands. "First, these are delicate. We're not going to be able to touch most of them without protection and the pages are b
If she were to dissect her choices, her experiences up to this point, she'd have to face the unsettling fact that she'd been directionless. Forget detours or destinations. All she'd been doing was putting one foot in front of the other. A blind work of autopilot and managing nothing more consequential than existing. "I have been in stasis," she numbly said, her voice hollow. Admitting such and realizing her life had been worth squat seemed a trivial insight, considering. It changed nothing and only shined a spotlight on the hulled-out person occupying space. "I don't belong anywhere. I've never had a...connection or bond to anyone or anything or anyplace." Actually, the few exceptions were encountering Brady in dreams, the instinct to study and teach Paganism, and boarding the ferry to Six Fates. Maybe she'd been looking at her destiny all wrong. It was entirely possible her life hadn't begun until two weeks ago."You always have a place here with us. You know that, right?""I do
"Any news about Captain Asshole?" Fiona tossed pizza crust on her plate and leaned back in her seat at the dining room table.Tristan grunted. "He left the hotel room late last night, but no one's seen him come back. It's possible he slipped past my watchdog. I might have his room searched despite the Do Not Disturb sign. We'll see."Brady rolled his head to stretch his neck, exhausted from the workout routine. He jogged two miles three times a week, but he wasn't accustomed to vigorous exercise. Not on this level, anyhow. They'd gone at it hard in their home gym with weights, equipment, and defensive techniques. Usually, Riley preferred swimming laps and Tristan did martial arts to keep in shape, yet they appeared just as sluggish as Brady. Stress, no doubt."He could be anywhere on the island." He frowned, concern and uncertainty making concrete of his muscles all over again. "What if he catches one of you off guard?""We can handle ourselves," Fiona assured. "Even taking magick