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feels for you and your sister both. In fact, he’d come to the States not too long ago and he’d been proud to announce you were finishing school months before you were due to,” I say, hoping to make her understand she doesn’t have to be embarrassed.

My gaze drops to her mouth as I notice her suck in another breath, this time pulling on her bottom lip. The sight of her doing this goes straight to my cock, and I inwardly groan at the thought of touching her mouth with my own.

This is something I hadn’t thought about since the last time I’d kissed Michelle. I’ve fucked many women, but not once have I kissed one. It’s the same as going down on a woman in my mind.

Sinking my cock into a pussy is simply that, it’s a carnal thing that two people do together to find release. Everything else that comes with it is what makes it sensual.

Needing to distract my thoughts, I guide her into the dining room and the two of us take our seats at the table.

Dinner is mostly consumed with talk of Liam and Bridget telling her father about the pregnancy. I know she doesn’t mean to do it, but by her taking over the conversation, she’s hurt her sister without meaning to. A night that’s supposed to be about Alison and myself becomes about her.

I hold my tongue for now as I wait to see what happens throughout the dinner. Progressing to dessert, Tomás did switch the focus to Alison and makes a toast to her on finishing school as well as our marriage tomorrow. I also take note of Bridget’s sadness as she realizes what she’d done to her sister.

Seems this is the way they are, and Bridget’s smart enough to know she’s screwed up where her sister’s concerned. She’s a lot of things but she’s not a bitch. She wouldn’t intentionally hurt someone. So for Bridget to realize what she’d done must have hurt her. Alison, on the other hand, gives to her big sister without hesitation not allowing the light to shine on her more than it does already.

In the past hour and a half since stepping foot into the house, meeting my soon-to-be wife, I’ve taken note of several things about her. Alison isn’t just smart and mature for her age, she’s caring and gives to those around her the kindness that surrounds her. Everything about her makes her who she is, and I can say that tomorrow at noon all her kindness becomes a part of me. And though I’m not ready to admit it to myself, I can say I’ll protect her with everything I am.

I mean, I didn’t get to where I am by simply wearing a suit and tie. No, I’ve got blood on my hands and there’s no way to get the stains of it marring my soul clean. However, when it comes to Alison, I’ll be making sure that nothing stains hers by somehow entwining mine around hers to keep her safe.

Chapter Six

Alison

Dinner had been good, and Mitch didn’t make me feel unwanted in any way, like I thought he might. I’d been nervous about this because of the difference in our age. Once everyone finished with dessert, the men left the house deciding to go to the pub in town.

While they’re gone, Da suggested we have a movie night and spend some quality time together. Of course, Da picked The Princess Bride to watch with us as a joke since they seem to claim it was my favorite movie growing up.

Why? I don’t even know. Give me a highlander book any day. Those I wouldn’t mind seeing turned into a movie or whatnot. I will admit I’ve grown fond of watching Viking since coming home. I’d been unable to find something to do one evening and wasn’t in the mood to read. I’d come across the show and ended up hooked.

I don’t know what it is about shows and books about that time period that speaks to me, but it does. I suppose this could have something to do with my love for history and why I’d minored in the subject.

Da’s phone rings, breaking through my thoughts. He’d not answered it much in the past two weeks when we were spending time together.

I glance in his direction as he pulls it out and frowns. Standing up, he excuses himself from us as he answers the phone and walks out of the family room.

“I wonder what that’s about,” Bridget utters, playing with the baby monitor in her hand. She’d laid Uilliam or, as I found out at dinner, Liam down for the night. I hadn’t realized they called him by Liam rather than his full name even though she’d introduced him to me as Uilliam.

“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging. If it doesn’t involve me in some way, I don’t want to know. It’s Da’s business, and besides, if I wanted to know I could easily eavesdrop. I’m good at not getting caught. I’ve been doing it for years when I wanted to know something.

“So, Alison, what do you think of Mitch?” Bridget asks, not wasting a moment to get her answers.

“I don’t know. I’ve barely spoken to him,” I mutter, somewhat telling the truth. Right now, I don’t want to tell my sister a thing about my thoughts on Mitch.

Bridget being my big-hearted yet dramatic and talkative mo dheirfiúr mhór goes on and on about how Mitch would be perfect for me. How when we get back to the States she and I could spend more time together.

This is great and all, but I do want to be able to spend some time by myself in order to adjust to being in a new place. However, I don’t have the heart to say this to Bridget. She’ll be upset and I’m not one for hurting other’s feelings.

I stay quiet, allowing my sister to talk about the States and how much fun we’ll