Author's Note: Hey friends! Here's an extra long chapter for you. A lot of it seems a bit filler-y, but the last filler one seemed to go over okay. Although, I'll be honest, I like pieces, but some of this chapter just doesn't jive well to me... if it's bad, please let me know... it may change in the future... I know there are a lot of questions and I promise they will be answered. I do have a question myself... I've had a couple complaints about Connor and Murphy's accents. I didn't originally intend to make it so strong and apostrophe heavy, but it got away from me. If it is really bad, please let me know and from here on out, I will fix it. If you could just let me know in a review or PM or something. As always, thank you to those that have read/reviewed/faved/alerted. It means the world to me. And special thanks to... Conspicuously Shrouded, iforgiveyou, "Annonie", "Lucy", gurl3677, Valerie E. Mackin, SilverMoonLit, "Alessandra"... I love each and every single review so seriously, thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not have any claim to Boondock Saints/All Saints Day/Connor/Murphy or any other character that appears in the film. That belongs to Troy Duffy who I am so jealous of his brilliance. You may recognize different pieces of this story from the second movie, but I did try to put my own little twist on it if you will. Any song titles or lyrics do not belong to me. Ashes & Wine is A Fine Frenzy. Best I Ever Had is State of Shock. Also, this little work is unbeta'd. All mistakes belong to good ol' me.
Chapter 7 (Best I Ever Had):
"You and I were living like a love song, now I know you're the only one that I want... I want you back, I want you..."
"Let's go to lunch."
I glanced up at my doorway to see three of my co-workers, Sasha, Penelope and Gina grinning at me. I raised an eyebrow, setting down my highlighter and pushing up my glasses. "And where would we be going?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
"Silver Peso," Penelope replied with a grin. "$3 Sangrias and $2 tacos."
"Your favorite," Sasha continued, a sing song tone in her voice.
I sighed and took off my glasses rubbing my eyes. "I have so much work to do, though."
Gina scoffed. "C'mon, it's two hours."
I shot her a look. "Please, do not lie to me."
Sasha giggled, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "C'mon, Kher. You always have fun!"
"Until I come back to work drunk," I replied as I pushed myself up from my desk, grabbing my cardigan from the back of my chair.
"Yet you're still coming with us," Gina pointed out as we started walking.
I shrugged. "What can I say? I'm powerless before a Silver Peso sangria and fish tacos."
We walked from our office down the block towards the docks where the Silver Peso loomed before us. Penelope pushed the door open, a cool blast of air hitting us as we entered the dim restaurant.
"Hola Cesar!" Sasha shouted to the man behind the bar.
He smiled and waved his rag at us. "Hola muchachas. Back for lunch?" he asked, his accent heavy.
"You know we can't stay away," Gina flirted as we grabbed a booth.
"Menus necessito or are you ready?" Cesar asked knowingly, tossing the rag on the bar and making his way over to us with a bowl of chips and salsa.
I grinned. "C'mon, Cesar, you know us better than that."
He chuckled. "Peach sangria and fish tacos for Kher, red sangria and chicken tacos for Penelope, white sangria and carnitas tacos for Gina, and strawberry sangria and beef tacos for Sasha," he listed.
"You know us too well," Sasha grinned.
"Have to take care of mi mas bonitas customers," he told us with a wink before making his way to the kitchen.
"Is he still trying to hook you up with his nephew?" I asked Gina, leaning back in my chair.
She rolled her eyes, grabbing a tortilla chip. "Yes. Should I tell him that he's more my type?
I snorted back laughter. "Ow, I think I got salsa up my nose."
"You are always looking for a sugar daddy," Sasha teased.
"I just want someone to take care of me," Gina retorted with a shrug.
"Amen to that," Penelope agreed. "Speaking of… how's Stefano?"
"Stefano's not a sugar daddy," I retorted, pointing a tortilla chip at her.
"Such a waste!" Gina exclaimed. "You are a disgrace to gold diggers everywhere!
I rolled my eyes. "I don't need or want his money."
"I do," she replied. "Share."
I chuckled. "I'll talk to him about it."
Cesar appeared with a tray of drinks, setting them in front of us. "There you are muchachas." He turned to Gina. "Mi sobrino Romeo should be in any minute. You can finally meet him."
I darted my eyes towards him, but stayed quiet, taking a sip of my drink.
Gina gave him a smile. "I look forward to it," she replied. He grinned and walked away and Gina's smile quickly melted into a frown. "Dammit!" she exclaimed. "Why does this shit always happen to me?" She picked up her drink and took a gulp.
Sasha giggled. "You get to meet your future boyfriend!"
Gina frowned, setting down her glass. "But, I like it here," she whined. "I don't want to have to stop coming."
"That's what he said," Penelope quipped. She glanced over at me. "Kher, you alright?"
I shook my head to clear it and glanced over at her. "What? Yeah, I'm good. Just zoned for a minute."
Sasha cocked her head to the side. "You sure? You got really quiet."
I waved them off. "Just thinking."
Penelope gave me a look but let it slide. "G, he might be cute."
"And I might eventually be a ballerina," she retorted.
"You don't strike me as much of a dancer," I replied with a smirk.
Three sangrias deep, our conversation had turned much more personal. "Best lay you ever had," Sasha asked, her eyes sparkling as she drained what was left of her strawberry, taking out the mixing straw and shoving it in her mouth, chewing it noisily.
"Christmas, 2003," Gina replied.
I barked out a laugh. "Really? You have the date memorized?" I asked.
"Girl, when it's that good? Yes."
"What was so good about it?" Penelope asked. "And I have a feeling we're gonna need to call out the rest of the day."
"Here, here," Sasha and I agreed, lifting our glasses.
Gina grinned. "Well, he was Russian. And let's just say he could roll his 'Rs' just the right way," she replied, stabbing a piece of pork with her fork and lifting it to her mouth.
We all burst into giggles. "Well, that brings up a different question," Sasha said when she calmed down. "Which country puts out the best sexual partners?"
"Have you had sex with a person from every country in the world to give an accurate answer?" I asked.
"Probably," Penelope interjected.
Sasha shot her a glare. "From experience, okay? And U.S. of A. doesn't count. We're a melting pot anyway."
"Well, I just told you," Gina replied. "Russian."
I wrinkled my nose. "All the Russians I've met are fat and dirty and gross."
"This one wasn't."
I shrugged. "Whatever. Pen?"
She thought for a moment. "Gotta give it to the Greeks."
"Oh? Why's that?" I asked.
"No holds barred baby. They will do anything."
"Anything?" Sasha asked.
Penelope nodded. "Oh yeah. You should try it."
"Sasha?" Gina urged.
"Italians. They're just so smooth. Right, Kher?"
I bit my lower lip. "Actually, Italian wouldn't be my choice."
They looked at me skeptically. "But… Stefano's Italian," Penelope pointed out. "In case you forgot."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, Stefano's not the best sex I've ever had," I replied with a shrug.
They all gasped. "That just destroyed all of my fantasies," Gina grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, her mouth turned down in a pout.
I laughed. "I didn't say he was bad, just that he's not my best."
"So, now I have to know... who wins?" Sasha asked as they all leaned forward.
I grinned. "You have to get it in with an Irishman. They know what they're doing, believe you me." I grabbed my sangria and tipped it towards them before and draining what was left in my glass. "I need another," I muttered, pushing the empty glass away.
Penelope grinned. "You did live in Southie back in the day. Aren't Irishmen everywhere around there?"
I nodded, a grin spreading over my face. "My friend, you have no idea."
"Speaking of men everywhere… Kher, I didn't want to say anything but these three guys have been talking to Cesar and this one just will not stop looking at you," Sasha murmured.
I raised an eyebrow. "What?"
She nodded her head over my shoulder. "Take a look."
I sighed and slowly turned in my chair, looking for Cesar. He was sitting at a table near the bar, Romeo immediately to his left. They appeared to be quietly bickering. Murphy sat immediately to Romeo's left. I could recognize his broad shoulders and slight slouch with his back to me. And across from him was Connor, a knit cap pulled low on his head, his eyes on me. A smirk slowly spread over his features as our gazes met and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks.
"Oh son of a bitch," I groaned, turning around.
Gina looked at me. "Someone you know?" she asked.
"You could say that… we should pay our bill and go," I replied.
"That bad?" Penelope asked, looking Connor over. "That's a shame because he is seriously at least a 9."
I bristled. "He's not your type," I told her.
Sasha looked at me strangely. "Some sort of claim?"
"Can we just go?" I hissed.
"Need anything else muchachas?"
We slowly looked up to see Cesar standing at our table, Romeo beside him. I glanced behind them to see Connor and Murphy slowly approaching the table as well.
"Just the check, I think," Sasha replied with a smile.
He nodded. "Well, before you go…" He grabbed Romeo by the neck and thrust him forward. "This is mi sobrino, Romeo. Romeo, this is Kherington, Penelope, Sasha, and Gina. Keep them company, si?" He walked off to grab our check without waiting for a response.
"Hola, ladies," Romeo said, a smile spreading over his face as he looked each of us over. He gave me a nod when his eyes focused on me. "Nice to see you again, Kherington."
I forced a smile. "Yup, you too."
Gina raised an eyebrow. "You two have met?" she asked, glancing between us.
"Briefly," I replied. I glanced up at Connor and Murphy who wore identical smirks and rolled my eyes.
"Are you going to introduce us to your friends?" Sasha asked, batting her lashes at Murphy.
"'m Sean O'Malley an' dis es me brudder, Ian," Connor introduced.
I snorted back laughter at the name change.
Penelope's eyes lit up. "Irish, hmm? Our friend here was just telling us how… talented… Irishmen are."
My eyes widened. "Pen, you better, shut your mouth," I hissed.
"Aye?" Connor asked, his eyes darting to me.
"And wha' sort o' talents would dat be den?" Murphy asked, his smirk growing.
I felt my cheeks flush and pushed myself away from the table. "I have to use the restroom, excuse me." I quickly walked away from the table and ducked into the bathroom. Jesus, they are everywhere. I splashed water on my face and smoothed down my hair before taking a look at my reflection. I shrugged and walked out of the bathroom.
"I'm startin' ta tink our whole relationship could take place en dere."
I scowled and turned towards Connor. "Really?"
"Wha'?" he asked, leaning against the wall.
"You followed me?"
He shrugged. "'ad ta use the facilities as it were."
I rolled my eyes. "Thought you were mad at me."
He cocked his head to the side. "'m I supposed ta be?"
"You left in a bit of a huff yesterday, 'Sean'," I pointed out.
He gave me a grin. "'ave ta fergive me, lass. Was jus' a bit frustrated like."
I involuntarily glanced down at his crotch and shook my head, forcing myself to meet his eyes. His smirk grew. "Ye alrigh'?"
"What do you want?" I asked with a scowl, crossing my arms over my chest.
He shrugged. "I want a lot o' tings, lass. Worl' peace… some rope… a goo' bowl o' me ma's stew…"
"What. Do. You. Want." I asked again.
"Tink ye can figure et ou', girl," he replied.
I shook my head. "Not gonna happen."
Connor shrugged and pushed himself off the wall. "Goo' ting 'm patient den," he replied as he stood to full height and walked over to me. "An' apparently, quite skilled as well," he murmured, kissing me on the cheek before walking back to join his brother.
I exhaled a deep breath I didn't know I'd be been holding before I slowly followed back to the table to see Romeo and Gina chatting animatedly while Penelope typed away on her Blackberry and Sasha was attempting to flirt with a very distracted Murphy. I grabbed my purse and tossed a few bills on the table. "I'm going back to work ladies... you coming?"
Penelope glanced up from her phone and tucked it into her purse. "I'm with you. I should prepare for my meeting tomorrow." She flicked her eyes between Sasha and Gina. "You two coming?"
"We'll catch up," Sasha told us with a smile.
I shrugged. "Nice to see you again, Romeo," I told him.
He glanced up from Gina. "Sure, I'll be seeing you."
I nodded and looked over at Connor and Murphy. "Always a pleasure, boys."
Murphy grinned. "The pleasure es ours, lass."
I rolled my eyes and followed Penelope out of the restaurant, feeling Connor's eyes on my back as I walked.
"Miss me?"
I looked up and smiled when I saw Detective Duffy in my doorway later that afternoon. "Always. I was wondering where you've been."
He grinned and shut the door before sitting in the chair across from my desk. "Greenbeans said you weren't much help to him yesterday."
I shrugged. "He's just mad I like you better," I told him with a wink.
Duffy raised an eyebrow. "You seem unnaturally happy."
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs and folding my hands in my lap. "I can't be in a good mood? I mean, it's a beautiful day to be alive, Brian."
"Alright, now I know something's up," he commented. "You drunk?"
I rolled my eyes. "I may have had a few cocktails for lunch. Are you going to arrest me?"
He shook his head and chuckled. "How are you still employed?"
I shrugged and smiled. "How about you tell me what you need?"
"Same thing I always do," he replied.
I pouted. "Sometimes I feel like you're just using me."
Duffy chuckled. "Only sometimes?"
"So, is there anything in particular you need?" I asked.
"Give me something so I can rub it in Greenly's face," he replied.
I chuckled. "Well, Yakavetta and his men are holed up in the Pru. Not sure what floor, but I should be finding that out tonight."
Duffy raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? How so?"
"I'm supposed to visit Stefano tonight." I glanced at the clock over Duffy's shoulder. "Actually, I should get ready to leave now."
He gave a look of concern. "You be careful. That's the equivalent of entering the lion's den."
I shrugged. "I can handle those guys," I told him confidently.
He shook his head. "Don't get overly confident, Kher, it could backfire."
I waved my hand, dismissing his concern.
"You know why they're at the Pru?" he asked, leaning forward, his knees on his elbows.
"The boys, obviously," I replied easily.
"Connor and Murphy?"
I nodded. "The very same."
"You know anything about those two?"
I bit my lower lip. "Well, they are, in fact, back in town, but you already knew that."
Duffy raised an eyebrow. "You saw them?"
I nodded. "In the flesh."
"How'd that go?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Now, why do I get the feeling we're crossing into gossip territory rather than simple information?"
Duffy raised his hands, palms out. "You don't need to tell me anything you don't want to."
"Good."
"But that does explain your good mood," he pointed out.
I wrinkled my nose. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Duffy chuckled. "Yeah, okay, Kher."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Need anything else?"
He shook his head. "That'll do. But I'll be checking in tomorrow. See if you got anything for me."
"Why, Brian," I said, taking on the accent of a Southern Belle. "People will start to talk."
He snorted. "They already do."
I laughed. "Touché, my friend, touché."
"But like I said, be careful tonight," he said, his tone serious.
"Yes, dad," I replied.
I stepped out of the cab at the Prudential building, slipping my sunglasses over my eyes. I moved to the passenger side window and thanked the cab driver, slipping him some cash before walking into the building.. I glanced down at my phone, checking the time. "6:15pm," it read. I sighed and slipped the phone into my jacket pocket before crossing the lobby, my heels clicking on the linoleum before stepping into the elevator. I pressed the 40 button and waited as I slowly made my ascent.
RING RING
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, glancing at the ID. "PRIVATE NUMBER". I scowled, but answered anyway. "Hello, you've reached Kherington Harris."
"Wha' are ye wearin'?"
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Connor?"
He gasped. "'ow'd ye know et was me?"
"Lucky guess," I told him snidely. "What do you want?" I asked, glancing up to see I was at the 27th floor.
"Can' call ta say 'ello?" he asked.
I sighed. "Now really isn't a good time."
"Goin' ta see yer fella?" he asked in a scathing tone.
"Not that it's your business, but yes."
"Fer 'ow long?"
"Haven't put a time limit," I replied as the doors slid open on the 40th floor. "Look, I'll have to call you back," I told him.
"Ye don' 'ave the number, so 'ow can ye?" he returned.
"Fine, then you call me back in like two hours," I told him, my tone impatient.
"Lookin' ferwar' ta et," he replied. I could hear that he was grinning. I quickly hung up the phone and tucked it into my pocket. I went to walk out of the elevator but was quickly shoved to the side as one of Yakavetta's cronies practically fell into the lift.
"Jesus," I muttered.
"Sorry," he told me, his voice not bearing a hint of sincerity.
I rolled my eyes and walked down the hallway, approaching the door. I could hear deep laughter on the other side. I took a deep breath and slowly made my way inside, looking around. Yakavetta's men were milling around aimlessly, clumped in different groups, some with much younger women, which made me wrinkle my nose in distaste. A long table filled with finger foods sat in the middle of the room. I surveyed the room carefully before I was able to settle my gaze on Stefano. He glanced over and held up a finger to let me know he'd be over in a second. I sighed and lifted my sunglasses to rest on my head.
"Little ol' ta be a concubine, aren'th you?" a voice slurred and lisped from beside me.
I glanced over and saw Paulino. My eyes widened as I took in his head gear. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Bosth got a little upthet," he replied, clearly embarrassed.
"I see," I replied, wiping my face.
He walked away, slurping his drink through a straw.
"You made it," Stefano said as he approached, kissing me lightly.
I nodded, looking up at him. "You asked me to stop in, here I am."
He smiled. "I'm glad you did. You hungry?"
I shook my head. "Not at the moment. Do I get you to myself for a bit or do I have to stay with the group?"
He looked around. "I think they're pretty well distracted, I can get away for a few."
We walked to his room, his hand on the small of my back. I slipped out of my cardigan and tossed it over the bedpost before sitting down on the bed, crossing my legs and leaning back on my hands. "Considering how messy things are, everything seems to be fairly calm out there," I told him.
Stefano shrugged as he loosened his tie. "Concezio is behind closed doors. A bit panicky," he explained, tossing the tie onto the dresser.
I nodded. "Is his stress the reason for Paulino?" I asked, watching him as he unbuttoned his top button before sitting beside me.
Stefano snickered. "Paulino decided it was a good idea to correct Concezio the other night."
I shook my head. "Idiot... what did the damage?"
"A giant sausage."
I burst out laughing at the image. "Are you serious?" I asked.
He nodded with a grin. "As a heart attack."
I giggled lightly. "I want to feel bad for him, but I can't. It's just too good."
Stefano chuckled but suddenly his face turned serious. "I have to ask you something," he said.
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh...?"
"Was someone at your apartment last night?" he asked.
I frowned. "I told you that Aiden was over."
"Anyone else?" he asked.
I narrowed my eyes. "Do you have people spying on me?"
"Don't get defensive, I'm just asking. And I'm not having you followed, I just hear things."
I scowled. "Ava came over with some friends," I told him.
He raised an eyebrow. "Apparently at least one of them was there for a while," he told me.
I rolled my eyes. "Stef, you know I had a life before you."
He sighed. "Look, we just can't be too careful, especially if these Saints are back in town."
"So suddenly you think I have the mysterious Saints in my back pocket?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"You used to live in Southie," he pointed out.
"So everyone that lived in Southie in '99 knew the Saints?" I asked skeptically.
Stefano scowled. "You just have an answer for everything, don't you?"
I rolled my eyes. "You're accusing me of things based on your paranoia and that's not fair."
"Fine, I'll drop it," he told me.
"And stop having me followed," I told him.
"I can't stop something I haven't started," he retorted.
I walked out of the Pru about an hour later, smoothing my clothes, slipping my sunglasses over my eyes. I fluffed my hair and walked to the end of the sidewalk lifting my arm to hail a cab Suddenly, a souped up Volkswagen Beetle pulled up to the curb and the passenger side window was lowered.
"Nee' a ri', lass?" Murphy asked with a grin, sticking his head out of the passenger seat, sunglasses over his eyes and a stocking cap pulled low.
"Are you crazy!?" I hissed, looking around quickly before pulling open the back door and sliding in next to Connor, shoving him over. "Romeo, drive!" I commanded.
"As you wish, chica," he replied as he pulled away from the curb, his tires squealing. I shook my head and glanced over at Connor who was cleaning his guns, but watching me out of the corner of his eye.
"What the hell are you three doing?" I asked, pulling at a string on my skirt before meeting Romeo's eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Leprechauns 1 and 2 were worried about you. We've been driving around the block the last 20 minutes," Romeo replied, speeding down the highway.
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"
"Yakavetta's dangerous, girl," Murphy told me, looking over his shoulder.
"I wasn't with Concezio," I told him. "I've never even met the man." I glanced over at Connor. "You're awfully quiet," I told him, my eyes narrowed.
"Concentratin'," he offered carefully putting his Desert Eagle back together. "Go' bored waitin' fer ye."
I sighed. "Well, I guess I should be thankful for the free ride."
"That's the spirit!" Romeo exclaimed with a grin.
I chuckled. "Seriously, though, maybe you guys should be a little more concerned about yourselves than me. The Italians are out for blood. More specifically, yours."
"We kno'," Connor replied. "Two hun'red fiddy bi' ones, in fac'."
Murphy snickered. "Ye tink we can' 'andle dem?"
I rolled my eyes. "There's three of you and over a dozen of them."
"Ye o' little faith," Connor muttered, slipping his guns back into their holsters.
I shrugged. "Fine, whatever." I stiffened as I felt Connor's arm move behind my shoulder. "What are you doing?" I asked, my eyes narrowed at him.
He gave me a wink. "Jus' gettin' comfortable, lass," he replied, his fingers lightly grazing my arm.
I scoffed at him before grabbing his wrist and moving his arm off me. "You are a giant pest," I told him with a sniff.
He grinned. "Love et when ye tal' dirty like tha', love," his hand resting on my knee.
I leaned forward between the front seats. "What are you guys doing anyway?" I asked, looking at Murphy.
"Plannin'," he replied, giving me a toothy smile.
"Wow… so specific… I feel like I've been with you guys the whole time," I told him sarcastically.
Romeo laughed. "I really like this broad. She doesn't put up with all your shit."
I grinned. "Just gotta know how to handle them," I told him. "Plus, I'm cute. That helps."
Murphy rolled his eyes. "Yer alrigh', I guess." I swatted him on the back of the head. "Ow! Th' fuck wa' tha' fer!?"
"Be nice," I replied. I turned to Romeo and grinned. "So how did it go with you and Gina?" I asked.
Romeo cut his eyes at me before turning his focus back to the road. "What do you know about it?"
"You will discover that I know a little bit about everything," I replied.
"Jus' enough ta make ye dangerous," Murphy teased.
I chuckled. "As long as you know, Murph," I replied before turning back to Romeo. "So…?"
"So, nothin'. We were just talkin'," he replied, a flush coming to his cheeks as he switched lanes.
"You're not going to hold out on me, are you?" I pouted. "Thought we were friends, Rome."
He scowled. "If yer anything like these two Leprechaun dicks, you're just waiting for ammunition."
I snorted. "Please. Their bark is much worse than their bite. And I only nibble."
"Aye, she's righ' 'bout dat," Connor piped in. "Less ye ask fer a wee bit more."
I shot him a dirty look over my shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were part of this conversation."
Connor grinned and shrugged. "As ye were."
I rolled my eyes and turned back to Romeo. "It's fine, I'll talk to Gina about it at some point if you don't want to tell me."
Romeo scowled. "She gave me her number and told me to call her when I got a job."
I chuckled. "Sounds like her," I replied before leaning back on the seat, sliding closer to the door and laying my head against the window, closing my eyes.
I shivered when I felt Connor's lips brush my ear. "When di' ye ge' a tat, love?" he whispered.
I opened one eye to see him staring at me, his blue eyes twinkling. "What are you talking about?" I tried to keep my face neutral.
"Saw a pie' jus' no'. Le' me see," he said, pushing my shoulder gently.
"You're imagining things," I snapped, pressing my back into the seat.
He raised an eyebrow. "Den le' me see," he argued.
"There's nothing to see," I replied.
He glanced towards the front seat to see that Murphy and Romeo were occupied in a discussion before turning back to me, his eyes flashing. "Kher, I kno' e'ery squa' inch o' yer body," his voice low, almost a growl.
I swallowed and resisted the urge to fan myself. "You haven't seen me in a while, Connor. Could've forgotten birthmarks or something."
He snorted. "Las' I checked, people didn' 'ave green en deir birthmarks. An' believe me..." He paused as his eyes raked over me, from the top of my head to the tips of toes before his eyes met mine. "I 'aven' fergotten a ting," he assured me, the blue in his eyes darkening to almost cobalt.
I internally shuddered, remembering exactly what he wouldn't be forgetting. I looked down as I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. I cleared my throat. "So, you guys are bringing me back to my apartment, I hope?" I asked, looking up at the front seat, trying to ignore Connor's heated gaze.
"We're here," Romeo replied, coming to a stop.
I quickly extracted myself from the car, trying to get away from Connor as soon as I could. "Thanks for the ride," I yelled to them before ducking into my apartment building without waiting for a response. I practically ran up the stairs and unlocked my door, slamming it shut and leaning against it, out of breath. I slid to the floor, my eyes closed. I reached into my pocket when I felt my cell phone vibrating and pulled it out.
1 NEW MESSAGE
I swallowed and opened it. The number was unfamiliar.
Looking forward to seeing the tattoo, love... and finding out if there are any other 'surprises' under the clothes. -Conn
I groaned and threw the phone across the room.
AN2:
Annonie: I know, what a silly boy. And he just wants every to be like it was. ::Sigh:: Typical man... And thank you! I know I get a little redundant, but it means so much to me that people like this. It's so flattering and inspiring. :) I hope this didn't disappoint! Your reviews make my day (if not week!) so I guess we're even!
Lucy: You are a trickster! Guilt tripping me into updating by telling me it's your birthday! Well, I didn't give you two chapters, but I gave you an extra long one. Does that work? And of course... HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! ::Birthday hug!:: I'm so glad you liked the hair part. I just had to throw that in there. No way they managed to give themselves perfect haircuts with rusty sheep shears. And yes, Connor needs to give Kher time to adjust. And men are silly. But they are awfully cute. :) And Stefano... hmmm... Haha! A voodoo doll! I love it! You are so fun! :) (I know this didn't quite make it on your actual birthday but I had sent it to a friend of mine to look over before I posted and she didn't get back to me... I know it's late but here! I hope it's not a disappointment! And stop crying! Haha...)
Alessandra: Awe! Well we give each other smiley happy feelings! Yay! :) Haha, yeah, I like snarky Connor and Kher. And yes, a lot of sexual tension in that haircut, haha. And you did make me chuckle. "Murphy and Connor on top". Haha, love it! Be patient my dear... things will work out... in someway... I can't tell you how, I don't want to spoil anything! But I love you and your review! But you most of all! Just so much love here! :)
