Free Where the Streets have no Name by Danielle Taylor Page A

were the only other sounds.
    Tonight felt so different to the previous nights he spent in her company. Daniel opened his mouth close to fifty times to ask what she had on her mind only to remember he had no right asking. He wanted to know, but being nosy didn’t give him the right. She was stuck with him until her knee healed up.
    Whatever else he saw, he imagined, no doubt. No chance a beauty like Amelia had thoughts about him like his thoughts about her. None. She was stuck with him. He put her in this position.
    “So do you think tomorrow we’ll hit Dublin?”
    Daniel nodded. He’d tried to take his time driving through to the capitol, fearing he’d be recognised. But unless he drove inland and around it, which would take them far from the coast, he couldn’t get away from the big city.
    “Since I’m here and I don’t know when I’ll be in Dublin again, I thought tomorrow we could do something touristy? I mean, if you don’t mind.”
    “I don’t mind at all,” he lied. The last place he wanted to go and spend the day, of all places in the world, was Dublin, or any medium-sized city.
    “Cool. ” She pushed the last bite of steak past her lips and sighed.
    How did a lass eat so much meat and potatoes, and maintain a physique like Amelia’s? She must spend loads of time in the gym, he mused.
    “I think I’m done for the night.” Amelia motioned to the man behind the bar and handed him more than enough to cover their meal and drinks, including a sizeable tip. “If I eat anything else, I might explode.”
    “Aye then.” Daniel stood, moving around the table to help her up. “Let’s get you to bed then, shall we?”
    “Thanks.”
    He did himself proud getting her up to her room, cleaning her knee, and getting into his room across the hall without letting his gaze linger too long on the tempting curve of her neck or the swell of her breasts, or the way her thighs rested lazily on her bed. She had the kind of body that made a man go mad with wanting, and enough smarts to scare him away.
    If only there was a way to tell his heart not to get so attached…
     

     
    Sweltering heat one minute. Frigid chills the next. Invisible lumps in his pillow. Daniel could not, for the life of him, find a comfortable position to sleep.
    He missed Amelia.
    Since the first time she kissed him, Daniel recalled that memory a thousand times an hour. Soft, warm lips, so open and inviting. The hesitant slide of her tongue on the seam of his shocked lips, breaking through years of pent up need made for a moment like nothing he dreamed. Damn, but she made him want everything he wasn’t worthy of.
    He missed her though and if it took begging her to let him sleep at the foot of her bed like a dog just to be in the same room as her, then so be it.
    Sucking up his pride, Daniel opened his door as quiet as he could, then made his way across the hall. He stood at her door for an eternity, hand raised, fisted, making a list of pros and cons in his head, wondering if he should knock or not.
    The door swung open.
    Amelia stood there, hair wild, pajamas rumpled. Her eyes shot wide, seeing him on the other side of the door.
    “Erm,” Daniel whispered.
    What should he say?
    “I can’t sleep,” she offered.
    He sighed his relief. “Me either.”
    “Can we go to your room and watch TV then? I might be able to get some rest with the company.”
    He swallowed.
    Then nodded.
    “Aye, yeah, if…if that’s what you’re wanting.”
    “It is.” Her gaze didn’t falter.
    Hours passed in a second. “Right then.” He stepped aside, holding out an arm to help her.
    Amelia smiled and took his hand, pulling him across the hall with her. For a little sprite of a thing she had one hell of a presence.
    Daniel sat on the same side of the bed he slept in during the previous nights. Amelia climbed in next to him, pulling the duvet around her waist. Tonight she wore a cotton short-sleeved top, the stretchy fabric hugging her breasts like a second