White Knight by Annie Dyer

Author:Annie Dyer [Dyer, Annie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kingston Publishing Company
Published: 2018-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Denico probably hadn’t signed up for driving two drunk girls back from Oxford, but he had the good grace to look like he was enjoying our clearly formidable conversation and appearance that could not be called dishevelled, if you were kind.

Katie headed straight for her room, looking like she needed at least five weeks’ worth of sleep, leaving me to stumble out of the car and debate the walk back to the house.

“How was Oxford?” The low voice made me jump; the appearance of Killian surprising in the dusky evening light. “Judging by the number of bags by the door it looks successful.”

I smiled, resisting the overwhelming need to throw my arms around him and press myself close to his muscle and heat. “It was good. Can you give me a lift carrying them back?” We were still in the cottage; the low muttering of the twins and Nick audible through the heavy walls.

He materialised from the shadows: six feet three of taut muscle and sinew, dirty blonde hair and a thickening beard that would feel good between my legs. Sweatpants hung low, a tight t-shirt highlight every dip and valley. “No, we’re going back to your parents, happy-girl.”

I remembered the first time he’d called me that, after an informal law social when Max had been too busy to meet me so Killian had been his replacement. I’d talked and talked, recounting the whole evening, because when I was drunk I’d chat happily, so I’d been happy girl. “Do we have to walk?”

“We’re walking. Let’s leave Nick and Katie to it.” He took the bags from me and headed to the door, somehow managing to open it without dropping my shopping.

“Nick and Katie to what?” I said, smiling purposefully.

His eyes rolled dramatically. “Yeah, I know. Let’s get you home. Otherwise you’ll fall asleep on the sofa and no one will be able to move you for three days.”

“Slight exaggeration, K,” I said. “The last time I did that, I remember you carrying me up to my room and sleeping on the sofa. The love was still there, hey?”

“Do I need to carry you now?” he said, no denial.

“I can manage.” I followed him outside into the evening sunshine, the last low calls of the swallows breaking the silence. “Shall we sit for a while? It isn’t often we have nights as warm and still as this.”

He studied me for a moment and then nodded, leading us to an old bench Max and Jackson had made as something to do one summer. We sat there in silence, neither knowing what to say or to confess, the bench groaning under mainly Killian’s weight.

I felt his eyes on my skin, caressing every inch and as powerful as his hands would have been. The dying sun had turned the sky shades of red and orange, an artist’s palate spilt across the sky.

“What are we doing, K?” I said, the wine and spirits no longer holding my tongue.

“Honestly? I don’t know. What I get though, is that this is the beginning of something and not the conclusion.

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