On Dublin Street(103)

“Elsewhere as in nowhere you work.”


“Christ, your bossy.”


“Uh, do you not remember dry humping me to a desk after Craig kissed me?”


“Again, point taken.”


I buried my head against his chest. “I thought I’d really f*cked up.”


He squeezed my nape. “We both really did. But that’s over now. From now on I’m completely in charge. I think we’ll have a lot less drama, and definitely no more breakups, if I’m in control of this thing.”


I patted his stomach. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to get through the day, baby.”


“You still haven’t said it you know.”


I turned my head and smiled up at him. I took a big inner breath. “I love you, Braden Carmichael.”


His grin made my chest swell. “Say it again.”


I giggled. “I love you.”


He sat up quickly and then swung out of the bed, pulling me with him. He pushed me towards the en-suite. “You’re going to say it again while I f*ck you in the shower.”


“This whole taking control thing is kind of hot.”


“It’s about to get hotter, babe.” He smacked me lightly on my ass, and I gave a little squeal, his laughter and mine filling the bathroom as we stumbled together into the shower.


~26~


“Now, you’re sure you’re going to be okay?”


Ellie crossed her arms over her chest and blew air out between her lips. “If you ask me that again, don’t bother coming back.”


I shot Braden a look and he shook his head slightly. “Don’t look at me. She didn’t have attitude until you moved in with her.”


That was fair.


Ellie giggled at my faux wounded look and threw up her hands. “Guys, come on. It’s been a month. I’m fine. Adam’s practically living here and you have a plane to catch.”


Braden kissed his sister’s cheek before turning to open the front door with our suitcase in hand. In the end it had been a good thing Braden ripped up my plane ticket, because inviting him to come to Virginia with me meant rearranging his schedule and changing the flight dates. And well to be honest, we wanted to make sure Ellie was back on her feet before we left.


After a month of being mothered by me, Adam, Braden and her actual mother, Ellie was probably glad to be rid of us. She was still trying to get her energy levels back, and was still exhausted, and still very much shaken by the experience. I’d suggested she start seeing Dr. Pritchard and Ellie had her first appointment in a few days. Hopefully the good doctor would help her out. I wondered if the good doctor would help me out. I was feeling a little separation anxiety.


“Joss, the taxi is waiting.” Ellie shooed me towards to the door.


“Fine,” I grumbled. “But if you let anything happen to yourself while we’re gone, I will kill you.”


“Noted.”


“Tell Adam the same goes for him.”


“I will warn him. Now will you go and do this very important thing.” She hugged me tight. “I wish I could come with you.”


I gave her a squeeze and pulled back. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got a bossy businessman watching my back.”


“I heard that,” Braden called from the other side of the door. Damn. I thought he was already in the cab.


“I better go before I end up taking this flight alone.”


“Call me when you land.”


“Will do.”


We said goodbye and I let Braden bundle me into the cab. It had been a long month, worrying about Ellie and we were still worrying, but the lots of make-up sex Braden and I were having definitely took a load off.


Pun intended.


We were still finding our way back after the whole break-up mess but this new ‘us’ was kind of hot. Oh and this new ‘us’ involved no Isla. Braden ‘fired’ her and got her a job at a nightclub he did not own. I think she could have gotten another job by herself, she was annoyingly beautiful, but Braden felt guilty. Technically his manager had come onto him so he had nothing to feel guilty about, but Braden wasn’t comfortable with the idea that his manager had somehow tried to take advantage of him. That didn’t go down well in ‘caveman world’.


I, for one, was still feeling guilty for the emotional mess I had turned into. In an effort to make up for it, I cleared out one of my bedside cabinets and two drawers in my dresser, for Braden’s own use. I still couldn’t get the image of his stupid grin out of my head when I told him that. He’d jumped out of bed—mid make-out I might add—to unpack his overnight bag into the drawers.


He was like an excited little kid on Christmas morning.


Braden had to one-up me though and gave me a key to his apartment the next day. I’d give him a key to ours, but he already had one.


I was pretty quiet on the way to the airport and pretty quiet when we got there. My head was already in Virginia with my family. We were flying into Richmond and staying at the Hilton. The storage facility where the lawyers had put all of my family’s belongings for me until I inherited it was in the city. Rather than taking it all out, I’d continued to pay rent to keep it there. Once I’d sorted through everything and decided what to do with it, Braden and I were heading out to the small town I grew up in, in Surry County. It was just a little over an hour outside Richmond and driving would be an experience for both of us since neither of us had driven in a really long time. And Braden had never driven on the right-hand side of the road before.