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“But—”
He cupped her breasts tightly. “I could always put frosting on these.” Releasing her as she moaned, he snickered.
“No fair.”
“Go to bed.” He cupped her face and gave her a chaste, firm kiss. “I’ll see you soon.”
“See you soon.” She shut the door behind him and tried to calm her raging hormones.
Chapter 11
Mattrubbedhiseyesfor the thousandth time as the numbers on the spreadsheet in front of him swam. Bruce had asked him to enter the invoices from the suppliers into that week’s ledger, which wasn’t usually this difficult. But focusing wasn’t easy when all he could think about was Rosie writhing and moaning under him. Those boobs that overflowed his hands and the way he felt grinding between her thick thighs…
He needed to get himself under control. Rubbing one out in the work bathroom was almost certainly frowned upon. And he hadn’t even seen her naked yet!
Walking outside into the frigid February air, Matt hoped it would cool him down enough to focus. Bruce was gone for the day, and once Matt finished with the document, he was supposed to go back on dishwasher duty till the end of the night. Normally he wasn’t required to work evenings, but he needed tomorrow off for an assignment that was due by noon.
While he was outside, his phone vibrated in his pocket. His heart soared thinking it was Rosie but deflated when he saw it was just Olivia.
“Hey, Livvy, what’s up?”
“Hi, Matty! What are you up to?”
“I’m working, but I’m on a break right now.” She had good timing, at least.
“Great. Listen, I heard about Rosie showing up at your door the other morning.”
“You did?” Wow. This might be easier than he thought.
“Yeah, and I wanted to apologize. It’s my fault. She told us she was having the worst night, and I invited her over after her shift, but apparently she ended up at your place instead.”
Technically, hewasliving in Olivia’s place, since the lease was still officially in her name.
“It’s not a problem at all. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about before.”
“Perfect! Well, I’m still sorry. I hope she didn’t bother you.”
“Rosie’s never a bother.”
“Really? That’s news to me.” Damn it. His stupid issue with freezing around Rosie was biting him in the ass again.
“Olivia, there’s something else …” He started to tell her about their date, but she talked right over him.
“Crap, I gotta run, I need to meet a deadline for a new client. Have a good shift and I’ll talk to you later.”
She hung up. Great. How was he supposed to tell his sister he was dating her best friend if she didn’tlistento him?
A couple days later, Rosie grinned as she raised her fist to knock at her grandparents’ door, then pulled out her key. After the last visit, she had vowed to never let herself in again. But she knew nothing untoward was happening; Grandad's melodic tenor voice sang along to his electric organ, an old Irish sea shanty he’d sung since long before she was born.
“Three times ‘round, spun our gallant ship. Three times ‘round spun she. Three times ‘round spun our gallant ship, then she sank to the bottom of the sea.”
When he saw Rosie entering the living room, he immediately switched keys and started playing “The Star of the County Down”, where he always changed the lyrics.
“Young Rosie McGann from the banks of the Bann, she’s the Star of the County Down.” Rosie grinned and rolled her eyes. No matter how many times she reminded him the actual lyric was RosieMcCann, he sang it with her name. When she’d been young, she’d believed him, until she came across a book of folk songs and learned the truth.
Gram came in as “her” song ended, drying a bowl with a dishtowel. “I knew it was you when he changed songs. How are you, dear?” She offered Rosie a one-armed hug and kissed her cheek. “Lovely of you to visit. Can you stay a while?”
“Sure.”
