Free SEAN: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 3) by Glenna Sinclair Page B

his dream that he didn’t like. I watched, waiting for the same cries that’d come to his lips last night. But they didn’t. He settled down again, the creases leaving his forehead.
    False alarm.
    What was it that he dreamed about that made him cry out? He’d literally screamed in his sleep last night, calling for someone who wasn’t here. I spoke to him and stroked his hair until he settled back down. But there was such tension in his shoulders, and it never really went away. It was there now, too, even though he was clearly not moving through the same dream he’d had the night before.
    What was it that he carried with him that disturbed his sleep so completely? And why didn’t he want to talk about it? Was he afraid I would think differently of him if he did? I couldn’t imagine anything that would make me think badly of him. What could a lawyer do that would make me change my mind about him?
    I curled up beside him, my thoughts going places they shouldn’t. My mother had always wanted to marry a professional man. I thought sometimes that that was why she went after Jack. He was the president of a major conglomerate that had national—maybe even international—impact. And he was a billionaire. Who wouldn’t want to snag a billionaire? But Jack wasn’t a good man, and even my mother must have been capable of seeing that.
    I didn’t want a man like Jack in my life. But a lawyer? Who could be more above the criminal world my father lived in than a lawyer?
    I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, a smile on my lips. Life had a way of working itself out. And mine surely had recently made quite a few interesting turns.
    ***
    My alarm woke me at the usual hour, bleating in my ear at six. I rolled over and found myself pressed against Sean, a low moan slipping from between his lips.
    “Sorry,” I mumbled. “I have an early meeting with the development team.”
    “No, it’s fine. I need to be at the office by eight.”
    I chuckled softly as I peppered his chest with kisses.
    “What?”
    “I never dated a guy who had an office to go to.”
    “Yeah? What kind of guys do you date?”
    “Claude is a laborer. He works with a construction crew downtown.”
    “What about the guys before him.”
    “College kids.”
    He ran his fingers through my hair, pausing each time he came to knot. “I keep forgetting how young you are.”
    “Not that young.”
    “You’ve been out of school, what, a week?”
    I smacked his chest. “Two years, thank you very much.”
    “Hmmm….still so young.”
    “And you’re what, all of twenty-four?”
    “Twenty-six.”
    “Oh. Such an old man.”
    He grabbed one of my pillows and hit me over the head with it. I grabbed another and fought back, smacking him upside the head before he gave up, falling back in a storm of laughter.
    “Okay,” he said, holding up his hands. “I’m sorry. You’re not a child.”
    “Thank you.”
    “And I’m not an old man, right?”
    “Maybe.” I climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. “But you are a little slow getting out of bed.”
    He was out of bed in a flash, chasing me into the bathroom. I nearly slid into the tread of the shower stall’s lower track. He grabbed me around the waist, saving my toe from smashing against the track, but smashing my nose against his chest.
    He nibbled at my neck, tugging me tight against his hips. I responded with a rain of kissed across his chest, teasing the fine hairs between his pecs with my tongue. He groaned, wrapping his hand in my tangled hair and pulling my head back.
    “You drive me insane. Do you know that?”
    “You’ve sort of suggested it.”
    A wry smile twisted his lips. “Such a smart ass.”
    “Thank you.”
    “You should be taught a lesson.”
    “Yeah? How do you plan on doing that?”
    His eyebrows rose as he pushed me up against the cold glass of the shower door. “I have my ways.”
    “Do you?”
    “Girls like you simply need to be put in their place.”
    “And