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)
“Here we go,” Seán says.
“Aye.” I nod.
Deja
I’m vibrating with excited energy. I haven’t been on a field in years. To be on this field is a dream come true.
I didn’t know I could love Cole more than I already did. Bringing me here has made him a superhero in my mind. Meeting Niamh is the icing on the cake.
“Okay, DJ, this is it. Don’t shit the bed, love. Yer man is watching. Show him ya still got it,” I whisper to myself.
Niamh throws that crazy screwball of hers. My breath hitches as I become one with the bat. I see myself hitting it before it gets to me and then I swing. The bat cracks against the ball and it’s out of here.
I drop the bat and go to run the bases for old time’s sake. Before I get to first base, fireworks explode in the air and the cheers of a small crowd ring out.
I stop and look up in the bleachers. All of the O’Briens and a few of the McGowans are in the stands, cheering and pointing. I turn to look at what they’re pointing to. Lighting the sky are the words:
Will Ya Marry Me?
The wind is knocked out of me. I drop to my knees, sobbing.
Cole comes to wrap his arms around me. I tuck my face into his neck, not able to stop crying. I can’t believe he did this.
“Come on, love. I’m going to need an answer,” he teases.
I pull away. He looks into my eyes. It’s that look.
The one my da used to give Mum is written on his face. It’s the look I always wanted my husband to have for me. The one that tells me without a doubt that he loves me. I cup his face and nod.
“Aye, I’ll marry ya.”
He crushes my lips with his in a searing kiss. Everyone cheers for us, but nothing else matters in this moment. Cole is everything to me.
CHAPTER 48
Making a Play
Boyle
“I still say we should have split up,” I mumble as we step off the jet and climb into the waiting vehicle.
We’re flying in from Poland, where we’ve been lying low. When news came in that Deja had, in fact, made it out of the pub, we knew we needed to move and shift the plan.
Manipulating the situation with the Russians and Serbs in New York is officially off the table. I do believe we’ve burned a few other bridges there after the failed attempt on the Locatelli woman.
“We’re using up men. I need you here with me. While Misha in Russia, we hit New York and here.
“This where I need you. Here with me. I can’t fail again. I have run out of time.”
“Ya have run out of time. This is why I should be in America, making sure the attack is a success.”
“It will be success, and we will be able to mend few bridges. I need to pull her into the light now.”
“What if she hasn’t appeared because she doesn’t care, or maybe she’s already dead? Shouldn’t our focus be on the Alliance and taking the power they have created? We end them and we can take it all,” I say.
“Net, I have bigger picture. This my life’s work. Not time to give up.
“Time to push, get done. When accomplish goal, we have all power. Our love will bring success we need.”
I school my features. This isn’t the first time she has mentioned she loves me. I don’t know if it’s a ploy to manipulate me or if she means it.
I can’t say I’m in love with her. The sex is good, she has kept me living a comfortable life, but I don’t know that I love her. She’s ruthless and if I let my guard down, that could be my life.
I’ve already gotten away from one controlling, manipulative boss. I refuse to become trapped again. As I remain silent, she reaches to squeeze me over my pants.
“We blow off steam in hotel, da?” she purrs.
“Aye, not a bad idea.”
Brooklyn
I walk through the McGowan estate shirtless with Cara and Liadan in my arms. My girls are so cute. It’s the long, full lashes for me.
I feel like I’m walking around with two gorgeous dolls in my arms. They already have me wrapped around their wee fingers. I didn’t know I could love anyone the way I love them.
“Daddy did good,” I coo to them. “She said yes. Now we have a wedding to plan.”
Liadan makes a little shriek that’s pure adorable. Cara has been nodding off, so she jumps at the sound of her sister’s excitement. I chuckle and kiss each of their cheeks.
“Shouldn’t ya be giving the lass a good shag to celebrate?”
I turn to find Granny McGowan looking back at me. I laugh and shrug my shoulders. I love this woman as if she were my own gran.