Somebody Wonderful (Zebra Debut) by Rothwell Kate

Author:Rothwell, Kate [Rothwell, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Zebra Books
Published: 2004-07-01T04:00:00+00:00

When Timmy reappeared in his life that night, he held her tight and made feverish love to her. But he no longer thought of her as his own. She might be too earnest and infatuated with him to know they did not fit, but he knew. He had seen her real world and knew she was a princess romping with peasants. Her true home was back in that marble palace of a hotel. Good God almighty, Mick was afraid to even consider what the bloody king was like.

In the middle of the night she nudged him awake.

“Aw sweet, I am too blasted tired,” he moaned.

She was sitting up. He blinked at the pale shape of her face, all he could make out of her in the dark room. Wide awake, she bent over him, and he saw her teeth flash into a brief smile. “Not that, Mick, you filthy-minded beast.” The smile was gone. “I- I just need to ask you. To tell you, actually. Please don’t inform my brother . . . about things. He wormed the story of the kidnapping out of me yesterday morning, and I am afraid he might do something. I so wanted to take care of it myself.”

He pulled her down on top of him and wrapped his arms around her small frame. “Yes, I understand,” he whispered into her hair. “Your brother is a strong-willed man and he cares for you something fierce.”

“He does. Truly.” Her voice sounded thick and Mick wondered if this woman whom he’d never seen shed tears, not even after being kidnapped and nearly raped, was crying. He gently touched her cheek. It was wet—she’d likely been crying for a long while.

“Hush, hush, a Timmy, a chrói,” he crooned, but she was still talking.

“Griffin did something already. That’s why you showed up to talk to him. The man is dead.” It wasn’t a question.

“Your brother came right out and said he did not mean for the bastard to die. No one is crying for the villain.”

A small squeak sounded from his arms. “I am. And for Griffin, too, I suppose.”

“Timmy.” He found her mouth and gave her warm kiss. After a few more kisses, it turned out he wasn’t too blasted tired after all.

Afterwards, she settled on her side, tucked to fit perfectly into his arms, and was soon asleep. But he stared into the darkness, contemplating what he would do with himself when the time came for her to leave. He found no answers other than the same old dreary understanding that he would have a great chunk ripped from his soul.

Ah well. He would discover a new meaning of the old saying. “Go milis an fion, tá é searbh ri dhiol.” The wine is sweet, the paying bitter.

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