possibility is that Brian paid her to have his child and the marriage is more than she could handle. She’s not a woman who likes being controlled.”
“If it’s his child, and she ran, she just took on more trouble than she can handle,” he warned. “Are you certain her divorce was final?”
Good question.
“Honey, it’s not like she'd show me the papers. I can only go off what my Mother's told me and that could be watered down to protect Morgan's reputation.”
“If it’s not final then her marriage to Brian isn’t valid and he’ll go looking for her with murder in his eyes.”
She closed her eyes to the vision of Brian's goons searching her family for Morgan. “She’ll go to my parents to hide out.” She shoved a hand into her trouser pocket while she paced back and forth, robot stiff holding onto the handicap bar that ran the length of the wall.
“Doona worry, lass. I’ll take care of your parents.”
“From prison?” she blurted out and regretted her tone the moment it hit the air. The quiet told her she’d offended him by questioning his ability to take care of her. Protecting her was huge for him. “I'll call so they'll be packed when Cedric gets there. Thank you, honey.”
“You're welcome. How’s Judge?”
“My log of muscle, he’s starting to sleep at the foot of the bed.”
“Good,” he said and she could picture him running a hand over his head missing his dog.
“How are you getting along with the other men?”
“It's a prison, Mo Ru'n. You don't get along with the other men. I stay to myself for the most part. I'm not looking to make friends.”
Were they arguing now? “Honey, I didn’t mean if you were having Tupperware parties, I meant were guys…you know…?”
“Asking me to shower…no.”
“You’re being flip and I’m serious, Honey.” Serious, hell she was terrified of what she’d seen in the movies and heard from her uncles as a little girl. Prison was no joke. “You're gone a week and we're arguing.” Her eyes darted over the floor. Tension had started to creep in between them already. “Jonathan, I won't argue with you. I don't like it.”
He said voice calm, “We're no arguing and yer no serious, Kenya, sweetheart, yer worried. Let me worry and you concentrate on staying healthy and being there when I get out,' his accent thickened behind each word. He was worried too.
Kenya blinked as the sun sliced through the large glass window shining over her stomach. Love warmed her knowing a life grew inside her body by the love of her life. Closing a hand over the bump, she smiled and leaned against the metal bar.
“One good thing out of all this is we don’t have to move from the castle yet.” Brian would have their things on the lawn in a matter of hours.
“Oy, things are on hold so Brian can nae put you out of your home.”
Kenya stopped pacing long enough to ease the friction between her legs. “You’re slipping into Gaelic, honey and I'm in a public place with your family. Please stop before I start moaning,” or grinding her thighs together.
“Kenya,” he spoke low signaling their time was up and he'd have to go. “I have to go, but tell Jamie to come down to the prison with my lawyer. I want you to rest.” He paused. “My lawyer says Randall's sent him some positive leads on Graham’s death and I love you for getting things going. But keep the bairn safe Kenya. Hines will notify you when he gets a date for the trial.”
“Hmm,” Kenya sighed hating to hear him go.
“Ye miss me, Mo Ru’n,” passion oozed from his words, thick and warm.
That was a joke. She more than missed him she ached for him. Closing her eyes she could picture his arms around her, his firm lips pressed to her neck whispering from behind her in her ear. The touch of the phone on her skin felt indecent, so she held it closer. “It's just not fair. You're in prison and all these other slugs are walking around like they had no part in all this.”
“Don't
“If it’s his child, and she ran, she just took on more trouble than she can handle,” he warned. “Are you certain her divorce was final?”
Good question.
“Honey, it’s not like she'd show me the papers. I can only go off what my Mother's told me and that could be watered down to protect Morgan's reputation.”
“If it’s not final then her marriage to Brian isn’t valid and he’ll go looking for her with murder in his eyes.”
She closed her eyes to the vision of Brian's goons searching her family for Morgan. “She’ll go to my parents to hide out.” She shoved a hand into her trouser pocket while she paced back and forth, robot stiff holding onto the handicap bar that ran the length of the wall.
“Doona worry, lass. I’ll take care of your parents.”
“From prison?” she blurted out and regretted her tone the moment it hit the air. The quiet told her she’d offended him by questioning his ability to take care of her. Protecting her was huge for him. “I'll call so they'll be packed when Cedric gets there. Thank you, honey.”
“You're welcome. How’s Judge?”
“My log of muscle, he’s starting to sleep at the foot of the bed.”
“Good,” he said and she could picture him running a hand over his head missing his dog.
“How are you getting along with the other men?”
“It's a prison, Mo Ru'n. You don't get along with the other men. I stay to myself for the most part. I'm not looking to make friends.”
Were they arguing now? “Honey, I didn’t mean if you were having Tupperware parties, I meant were guys…you know…?”
“Asking me to shower…no.”
“You’re being flip and I’m serious, Honey.” Serious, hell she was terrified of what she’d seen in the movies and heard from her uncles as a little girl. Prison was no joke. “You're gone a week and we're arguing.” Her eyes darted over the floor. Tension had started to creep in between them already. “Jonathan, I won't argue with you. I don't like it.”
He said voice calm, “We're no arguing and yer no serious, Kenya, sweetheart, yer worried. Let me worry and you concentrate on staying healthy and being there when I get out,' his accent thickened behind each word. He was worried too.
Kenya blinked as the sun sliced through the large glass window shining over her stomach. Love warmed her knowing a life grew inside her body by the love of her life. Closing a hand over the bump, she smiled and leaned against the metal bar.
“One good thing out of all this is we don’t have to move from the castle yet.” Brian would have their things on the lawn in a matter of hours.
“Oy, things are on hold so Brian can nae put you out of your home.”
Kenya stopped pacing long enough to ease the friction between her legs. “You’re slipping into Gaelic, honey and I'm in a public place with your family. Please stop before I start moaning,” or grinding her thighs together.
“Kenya,” he spoke low signaling their time was up and he'd have to go. “I have to go, but tell Jamie to come down to the prison with my lawyer. I want you to rest.” He paused. “My lawyer says Randall's sent him some positive leads on Graham’s death and I love you for getting things going. But keep the bairn safe Kenya. Hines will notify you when he gets a date for the trial.”
“Hmm,” Kenya sighed hating to hear him go.
“Ye miss me, Mo Ru’n,” passion oozed from his words, thick and warm.
That was a joke. She more than missed him she ached for him. Closing her eyes she could picture his arms around her, his firm lips pressed to her neck whispering from behind her in her ear. The touch of the phone on her skin felt indecent, so she held it closer. “It's just not fair. You're in prison and all these other slugs are walking around like they had no part in all this.”
“Don't
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