Free Stealing Gold (The Logan Series Book 4) by Sally Clements

it. When we get home, I’m replaying every single
erotic experience we ever had. And adding some new stuff.”
    “New
stuff?” Her voice was high and breathy. Turned on.
    “New
stuff.” He nodded, and gripped the wheel tighter. There were months of fantasy
sex to catch up on, and he knew exactly where to start.
    “What
new stuff?” Her hand stroked the inside of his thigh. “Stuff you did with other
women?”
    He
turned off the main road, down the lane that led to the cottage. “Enough
talking.” He slowed the engine, and stared into her eyes. “More action.”
    She
breathed in. Shifted her hand to press against his cock. “Is that enough action
for you?”
    He
groaned. “It’s a good start. Hold that thought, baby, we’re nearly home.”
    With
gritted teeth, he turned into the driveway. “Oh, crap.”

Chapter Seven
     
    A
navy Volkswagon Golf was parked haphazardly before the front door. The lights
were visible inside the house, and the drapes they’d left open were closed.
    “My
parents.”
    His
parents? Stacy’s hand shot from the front of her ex-husband’s jeans at the
thought of her never met, ex-in-laws. “They’re here? Were you expecting… ”
    “Of course not.” He cranked
open the window and gulped in lungfuls of fresh air. Then patted his pockets to
find his cell phone. “There’s a surprise for you at the cottage, hurry home!”
he read. “Oh, god.”
    “I thought they lived miles
away.”
    “They do. Knowing Ma, she probably
thought since it was Friday, and we’ll not be working this weekend, it would be
the perfect time for a surprise visit.”
    What on earth would she have
to say to two strangers she’d never met? Adam’s parents, who must hate her guts
for the way she’d treated their son? A feeling of dread settled in her stomach.
Were they here to give her a piece of their minds, in a bitchslap of epic
proportions?
    “Maybe you should just drive
back into town and drop me at a hotel. I don’t want to get in the way of a
family reunion.” If his mother was anything like hers, she sure didn’t want to
get in the way of any flying plates.
    “No. No. That won’t work—they
must have seen the lights when we drove in.” As if to prove his theory the
front door swung wide and light spilled onto the gravel.
    “Adam!” A woman launched
herself from the threshold, waving her arms wildly. The smile on her face was
so wide, creases bracketed her mouth and made her eyes appear smaller. Before
Stacy had even touched the handle, she was at the passenger door, yanking it
open. “Stacy. At last!” She flung her arms around Stacy’s body and hugged her
tight. “I can’t believe it’s been so long, and we’re only meeting you now.”
    A tall, elegant man trailed in
her wake. “I’m Ellie, but you know that,” She spoke so fast it was difficult to
keep up. “And here’s Dermot, Adam’s father.”
    Dermot smiled and nodded.
Glanced at his son on the other side of the car. “Come here and give your
mother a hug.”
    He snagged Adam on route,
grabbing him close. Patting his back. Muttering words of welcome.
    “Son.” Ellie disentangled from
Stacy, and reattached to Adam, like a friendly octopus. “Mohammed wouldn’t come
to the mountain, so…”
    “So the mountain took the
trip.” Adam grinned. “I didn’t know you had a key.”
    “Sure, wasn’t it where it
always was?” She gestured to the large terracotta pot flanking the front door. “We
thought we’d surprise you.”
    Adam sneaked a glance at
Stacy. Raised his eyebrows, in a way that made her have to stifle a laugh. “You
did that.”
    “Come in. The kettle’s just
been on. I brought cake and a pie. And a good thing too, by the look of your bare
cupboards.”
    Adam placed his hand on the
curve of Stacy’s spine. He hung back, as his parents preceded them into the
house, and leaned close to whisper in her ear. “My mother is a force of nature,
just go with it.” His fingers crept under the hem of her