Free KILLIAN: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 2) by Glenna Sinclair

like this.” He sat up, buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry.”
    “Killian, it’s okay. It’s not like we’re really related.”
    “I know. I just…I’m drunk, Stace. I don’t want to do anything that we’ll regret later.”
    “I think in order for you to take advantage of me, I have to be the drunk one.”
    He smiled when he peeked at me around his hands.
    I touched his shoulder, squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to cool the heat that was suddenly alive there.
    “We’ll talk in the morning?”
    He nodded. “I’m sorry.”
    I shook my head. “Stay here tonight. I don’t want to worry about you trying to make your way across the street.”
    “Thanks.”
    I kissed his cheek lightly and stood, hobbling as sexily as I could across the room. I turned back at the doorway and caught him watching me. There was this look in his eye that made my belly quiver again and made the fire inside of me burn relentlessly. I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight, but that was okay. It would give me time to remember why I was doing this. The only problem was, when I closed my eyes, it wasn’t Davis’ face I saw as it had been every night for the last six months. It was Killian’s.

Chapter 8
     
    Killian
    I woke with a blinding headache the next morning. I hadn’t had a drink in six months, so it probably wasn’t a surprise that mainlining whiskey all day would leave me in such a condition. I stumbled into the kitchen and located the bottle of aspirin I knew Stacy kept there, swallowing a handful with a few gulps of water that did almost nothing to wet the desert in my mouth.
    Stacy was still asleep. I remembered most of what had happened the night before, but not all of it. I remembered touching her. I remembered the feel of her skin under my hands, the taste of her lips on mine. I remembered her smile and watching her hobble away from me. I remembered the desire to get up and go after her, but the heaviness of my body and the weight of the alcohol keeping me anchored to the couch.
    What would she have said if I had followed her into that bedroom?
    I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be with her. Momma would roll over in her grave if she could see me now. And what would Pops do? He sent me here to protect Stacy and I was on the verge of violating her last night, of taking away what little innocence she still possessed. What kind of man was I to do such a thing to a woman who was as much my sister as she would have been had my mother given birth to her?
    It was wrong and I shouldn’t be here. But what choice did I have?
    I rinsed my face and my mouth in the water from the faucet, running my wet hands through my hair so that it was damp and dripping when I straightened again. I felt a little more human when I returned to the couch and bent low to pull my shoes on. The least I could do was disappear before she woke.
    I’d run it over in my mind again and again yesterday, finally ducking into a bar because I couldn’t do it anymore. But what did that say about me? It just suggested that I wasn’t strong enough to do what needed to be done. That I was good at running away, but not so good at facing the truth of a situation.
    I wanted Stacy, but I’d convinced myself a very long time ago that I couldn’t have her. When she kissed me…everything was suddenly turned upside down.
    Was it possible? Could she feel the same way I did? Was it possible that I could have what I’d wanted all these years?
    I slipped out the door and was nearly to my own door when my phone vibrated in my back pocket.
    “So…you left an interesting message on my voicemail,” Kyle said.
    “Hey. Sorry about that. Yesterday was kind of a difficult day.”
    “Were you drunk?” There was clear amusement in Kyle’s voice. “Not like you to drink to excess.”
    “Yeah, well, some days call for a good drink.”
    “And you are Irish. Sometimes you simply can’t fight your heritage.”
    “Ha, ha.” I pushed through the door of