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CHAPTER FIVE
Kara was woken by the sound of her mobile phone ringing. She couldn’t remember where she’d left it. She crawled out of bed with her eyes still half closed against the bright sunlight that was streaming in through her bedroom window.
The phone stopped ringing. Kara opened one eye to look at her alarm clock. It was eight thirty on a Sunday morning. Who the hell was ringing her at this time of day?
She eventually located her phone in the back pocket of the jeans William had given her . Every time she thought about him and the time they’d spent together her stomach lurched like a love sick teenager.
She checked her missed calls. It was William. He’d called three times in the last hour. She sat on the end of the bed and called him back.
‘You’re awake at last. I thought you were planning on sleeping all day.’
‘It’s not natural to be so cheerful at this hour of the morning. What’s wrong with you?’ she groaned sleepily but she was smiling like a Cheshire cat. She liked the fact that he felt comfortable enough with her to ring at this ungodly hour.
‘Look, I don’t know if you’ll be interested, but I’ve got the day free and I was planning a drive out to the country – lunch in a little pub somewhere and a lungful of cow shit – strictly fun – off the metre – what do you say?’
‘I would love that, William.’
‘Great. I’ll be there in an hour – you can manage to get ready in that time, can’t you?’
‘Of course . What do you think I have to do – apply my face with a trowel?’
‘I hope not. I was hoping that the Kara Kavanagh I spent time with yesterday was the real thing.’ He hung up laughing.
Kara showered and dressed in lemon coloured capri pants and a loose white cotton top. She wore white tennis shoes, a baseball cap and tied her hair into a pony tail.
William arrived exactly an hour later. He was driving an Astin Martin with the top down.
‘I didn’t realise you had such good taste,’ she said as she slid onto the soft leather seat.
‘I think you seriously underestimate me,’ he said as he put his foot on the gas pedal and accelerated out of the city. ‘To be absolutely honest I actually inherited it from my father. So I suppose he was the one with the good taste – and the good luck to have built his little property empire in better economic times than we’re struggling with right now. He’d turn in his grave if he could see what a mess I’m making of it.’
‘ Things will pick up soon,’ Kara reassured him.
‘You look lovely,’ he said resting his hand on her knee. ‘Are you still wearing my ring?’ He said it flippantly , as if he expected her to say no.
‘Of course,’ Kara replied.
‘No shit!’ He looked at her with genuine surprise. ‘I feel honoured. I really do.’ He reached across the car and put his hand between her legs as if he were trying to feel for it.
Kara unzipped her trousers and edged them down her legs a little way to give him access and he felt his way between her legs as he watched the road ahead.
‘Damn! That’s so fucking hot,’ he said and when he took his eyes off the road for a second and looked at her she could see the passion in his eyes. He looked at her in a way that no one ever had before. He looked at her with love in his eyes. She hoped he could see it reflected back in her own.
Kara wanted to ask exactly what it meant to him because to her it signified some kind of commitment. He had claimed and marked her as his. She hoped he felt the same way but she was aware that men often felt things in a different way.
Kara settled back into the seat and watched him drive. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his mouth closed and set into a serious expression. There was the shadow of a beard still covering his lower face and if anything its presence made him look even more beautiful.
He was wearing a navy polo shirt that was still creased from the washing machine and faded
CHAPTER FIVE
Kara was woken by the sound of her mobile phone ringing. She couldn’t remember where she’d left it. She crawled out of bed with her eyes still half closed against the bright sunlight that was streaming in through her bedroom window.
The phone stopped ringing. Kara opened one eye to look at her alarm clock. It was eight thirty on a Sunday morning. Who the hell was ringing her at this time of day?
She eventually located her phone in the back pocket of the jeans William had given her . Every time she thought about him and the time they’d spent together her stomach lurched like a love sick teenager.
She checked her missed calls. It was William. He’d called three times in the last hour. She sat on the end of the bed and called him back.
‘You’re awake at last. I thought you were planning on sleeping all day.’
‘It’s not natural to be so cheerful at this hour of the morning. What’s wrong with you?’ she groaned sleepily but she was smiling like a Cheshire cat. She liked the fact that he felt comfortable enough with her to ring at this ungodly hour.
‘Look, I don’t know if you’ll be interested, but I’ve got the day free and I was planning a drive out to the country – lunch in a little pub somewhere and a lungful of cow shit – strictly fun – off the metre – what do you say?’
‘I would love that, William.’
‘Great. I’ll be there in an hour – you can manage to get ready in that time, can’t you?’
‘Of course . What do you think I have to do – apply my face with a trowel?’
‘I hope not. I was hoping that the Kara Kavanagh I spent time with yesterday was the real thing.’ He hung up laughing.
Kara showered and dressed in lemon coloured capri pants and a loose white cotton top. She wore white tennis shoes, a baseball cap and tied her hair into a pony tail.
William arrived exactly an hour later. He was driving an Astin Martin with the top down.
‘I didn’t realise you had such good taste,’ she said as she slid onto the soft leather seat.
‘I think you seriously underestimate me,’ he said as he put his foot on the gas pedal and accelerated out of the city. ‘To be absolutely honest I actually inherited it from my father. So I suppose he was the one with the good taste – and the good luck to have built his little property empire in better economic times than we’re struggling with right now. He’d turn in his grave if he could see what a mess I’m making of it.’
‘ Things will pick up soon,’ Kara reassured him.
‘You look lovely,’ he said resting his hand on her knee. ‘Are you still wearing my ring?’ He said it flippantly , as if he expected her to say no.
‘Of course,’ Kara replied.
‘No shit!’ He looked at her with genuine surprise. ‘I feel honoured. I really do.’ He reached across the car and put his hand between her legs as if he were trying to feel for it.
Kara unzipped her trousers and edged them down her legs a little way to give him access and he felt his way between her legs as he watched the road ahead.
‘Damn! That’s so fucking hot,’ he said and when he took his eyes off the road for a second and looked at her she could see the passion in his eyes. He looked at her in a way that no one ever had before. He looked at her with love in his eyes. She hoped he could see it reflected back in her own.
Kara wanted to ask exactly what it meant to him because to her it signified some kind of commitment. He had claimed and marked her as his. She hoped he felt the same way but she was aware that men often felt things in a different way.
Kara settled back into the seat and watched him drive. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his mouth closed and set into a serious expression. There was the shadow of a beard still covering his lower face and if anything its presence made him look even more beautiful.
He was wearing a navy polo shirt that was still creased from the washing machine and faded
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