Free Wait for Me by Cora Blu Page B

than the castle and that’s in the McGhee name.”
    “Through Sophie.”
    He nodded. “Seamus started the financial firm over forty years ago here in Ireland to bring in more income. After college I opened a firm in the States. I had no desire to come back here.”
    “So, there’s the land, the mountains, the fishing, sheep farmers, and what else?”
    “Ponies.”
    “And all this brings in funds to help run the castle?”
    “Aye,” he replied fascinated how she slipped into financial mode so smoothly. "Money from the farmers, and some private stockholders helped keep the castle floating until the Inn made a profit. Now major changes must go through the stock holders.”
    “I have a question…Sophie.” her cautious tone said she hadn’t wanted to ask whatever ate at her mind. “Did she ever like Brian?”
    “No. She loved a different man…Jamie’s father, Calder.”
    Kenya bolted up and hand over her heart. “Brian took Sophie away from his brother?”
    To anyone who didn’t know the truth that was the story the gossip mongers carried through the years. He flexed his fingers then said, “He was given, Sophie as per the contract.”
    That information always irritated him. He turned to the shelf, grabbed a rock glass, and a bottle of Whiskey. The gold liquid made a glugging sound being poured into the glass. He tossed it back in one swallow.
    “That’s why Sophie doesn’t like being here? She still loves Calder. Coming here became a reminder of all she’d lost, including, Calder. Where’s his wife? I haven’t met her.”
    “Jamie’s mother died from cancer three years ago.”
    She sighed deep in her chest. “That’s awful, Jonathan.” Kenya leaned against the doorjamb, fingers cupping the wood edge. “Don’t look at me crazy, but why doesn’t she and Calder—?”
    His brows snapped up. “She’s still married, Kenya—”
    “Oh.” She snapped her fingers. “That was unthoughtful. I’m sorry. She’s such a nice woman I just…This might be weird for everyone if they were to get together.”
    “She’s respected my aunt’s memories by staying away from Calder.” He came around to the far side of the counter and leaned back on his elbow. “No one knows this, Kenya.”
    “She’s forgoing her happiness to maintain her family land,” she observed with a hint of sorrow. He watched Kenya return to the dusty bottles. “Does…Calder know?”
    He twisted the cap on the bottle setting it on the low shelf, then turned threading a hand through his hair. “He’s loved her since she was a young girl. He and Brian’s relationship's been strained all my life.”
    “I would think so.” Kenya closed the door crossing the room wiping her hands free of the dust. “How would you feel if—?”
    “Enough about them.” Holding her hands he wiped any remaining dust from her palms then lifted Kenya onto the stool, easing in between her legs. He closed his fingers over her knees and pushed the brown silky dress up her firm thighs until the material draped back over her waist. When his fingers slipped over lace on her thighs, he raised a brow and watched Kenya's mouth tweak up on the corner. She wore thigh highs. Hadn't noticed her putting them on when they dressed earlier. "I'm partial to thigh highs,” he confessed, moving up to cup her swollen sex.
    "Jonathan, am I gonna get to see more than the ceiling in every room we go into?"
    "Next room I'll make certain you feel how cool the wall is on your back. Now back to these, Pretty Lady," touching the lace on her thighs, "Love you in thigh highs."
    “I had no idea,” she smirked. He’d undressed her more than once. Of course she knew he liked the lacy silk.
    “You have a smart mouth, Pretty Lady. However, I’ll excuse it because you know how to use it on me.” The way her tongue flicked over his skin had him coming before he knew he was aroused. "I love your smart mouth, woman."
    Kenya blushed and waved him off indicating the vault. “If the