On Dublin Street(78)

His grin was unrepentant. “Never. You’re so tiny I do it without really meaning to half the time.”


“I am not tiny,” I replied indignantly. “I’m five foot five. There are tinier people, believe me.”


“Babe, I’m almost a whole foot taller than you. You’re tiny.” He bent his head to brush my lips with his. “But I like it.”


“What happened to your love of the long-legged bimbo?”


“It was replaced by my love for great tits, great sex and a smart mouth.” He kissed me deep, his tongue tangling with mine deliciously. Wrapping my arms around his neck I sank into the kiss like always, but for once my mind wasn’t just on the kiss…


In a roundabout way… had that been some kind of declaration of love?


I gasped at the thought, but luckily timed that gasp at the same time Braden stuck his hand down my pants, so he never realized I was freaking out.


***


I told myself that’s not at all what he’d meant, and I shrugged it off, just enjoying each day with him as they came. A few days later I was in the kitchen, taking a coffee break from the novel, when Ellie sauntered in. She was home today, grading papers.


She smiled slyly at me as she slid into the seat opposite me.


I quirked an eyebrow in suspicion. “What?”


“I just got off the phone with my big brother.”


“And?”


Ellie made a face. “He told me you’re going to the wedding together.”


“And?”


“Joss,” she threw a tea biscuit at me and I dodged it. “When were you going to tell me?”


I glanced down at the violent biscuit now littering our floor. “Tell you what exactly?”


“That the arrangement between you and Braden is over? It is right? You’re dating now?”


Dating? That word was a little ‘label-ly’. I refused to be labeled. “We are seeing each other.”


Ellie squealed and I flinched back. “Oh this is fantastic! I knew it, I knew it!”


“I wish I knew what you knew,” I replied in wide-eyed bemusement.


“Oh, come off it. I knew from the start Braden was acting differently about you.” She sighed with absolute contentment. “Life is good. It’ll be even better with a cup of tea.”


“You need to refill the kettle.” She nodded and headed over to it and as I watched her I thought about Adam. “Adam’s got a date. Are you taking one?”


Her shoulders stiffened a little as she carried the kettle to the sink. “I’m taking Nicholas.”


“Ooh that should be fun,” I murmured, thinking about the possible drama once Adam found that out.


A crash brought my head up as Ellie cursed, her face scrunched up. I rushed over to see she’d dropped the kettle in the sink and was clutching her right arm. “You okay?” I asked, confused as to what happened, but her face was pale.


She nodded, her lips pinched. “Just cramp in my hand from marking all those papers.”


“You dropped the kettle?” It wasn’t the first time she’d been working so damn hard her hand had cramped up. “You need to go easy and take more breaks. You work too hard.” Ellie looked so worried I felt my heart flip. “Els, are you okay?”


She gave me a wobbly smile. “Stressed.”


“Take a nap.” I rubbed her shoulder soothingly. “You’ll feel better.”


***


“Hey gorgeous.”


I spun around on my heels and I grinned at Braden standing all sexy in a black contemporary tux. He and Adam had decided to forgo wearing a traditional kilt since November in Scotland was ‘baltic’ as they said. “Hey handsome.”


“Did I tell you how much I like this dress?” He strolled in casually, his hands reaching for my hips to pull me close. “It’s a good dress.”


It was amethyst satin, figure hugging and showed a little cleavage and a little leg. It was a dress that teased and Braden enjoyed being teased. I pressed a familiar kiss just under his jaw, my favorite place to nibble. “We better go before we’re late. Is Ellie ready yet?”


“No. And I can’t sit out there alone with Nicholas.” Braden grimaced.


I wrinkled my nose. “That poor guy is so boring.”


Braden groaned and buried his face in my neck. “My sister needs her head checked,” he mumbled into my skin and I laughed silently, stroking his hair.


“Ellie will be fine.”


Braden pulled back, suddenly all bristling and growly. “He’s not good enough for her.”


I shrugged, picking up my clutch and coat. “I’m not good enough for you, but that hasn’t stopped you.”


He grabbed my hand tight, scowling at me. “What?”


“I’m ready!” Ellie bounced into my room in a designer white fifties-style dress with a pale yellow, chocolate and teal print. She had on a silk petticoat underneath and wore a white wool coat that cost more than my entire outfit. I smiled. She looked so pretty. “Joss, you look great. Taxi’s waiting.” She took my hand and dragged Braden and I out into the hall where the unfortunately monotonous Nicholas was waiting for us.