Mickey shut his mouth.
I stared at him and it was a surprise when I felt the tear slide down my cheek.
“All my life,” I whispered, “I was the girl who everyone thought had everything or could get it. But the only thing I ever wanted was a man like you. You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Mickey Donovan.” I felt another tear and the words trembled when I finished, “And you’re mine.”
“Get the fuck over here, Amy.”
I didn’t hesitate an instant.
I ran into his arms.
I held him tight and burrowed in, pressing my cheek to his chest as I felt more tears trailing down my face.
He moved to cup a hand on the side of my head and whispered, “Baby, think I made it clear I want a kiss and not sure that’s gonna work with you tryin’ to fuse your face to my chest.”
Immediately, I tipped my head back, got up on my toes and moved my own hands so I could clamp them on either side of his head and pull him down to me.
Our mouths met and we kissed, at first hard and heated, but since it went on for a long time, it shifted to soft and sweet.
When Mickey finally broke the kiss, I slowly opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful ones, seeing at the surface, and all the way down deep, the love he had for me.
It went on forever.
“So now that you’re loaded, this means I get to go whole hog on birthdays too,” I declared.
I watched Mickey blink those beautiful eyes.
This was right before his arms convulsed around me and he burst out laughing.
He kept his arms tight and continued to laugh even as he said, “Now that stupid shit is done, if you can get over any concern you might have at the starving nations of the world needing tea, you can toss that crap, get your shit and get your ass over to my house. The kids miss you.”
Stupid shit?
Starving nations needing tea?
I swallowed the quick retort that was on the tip of my tongue.
Not because he didn’t deserve it.
But because he loved me. He wasn’t breaking up with me. He took his inheritance for me.
And his kids missed me.
So I rolled up on my toes again, touched my mouth to his and broke free of his arms so I could toss the tea and get my shit.
This, I did.
Then we went over to Mickey’s.
Epilogue
Buckle Up, Baby
“I’m going.”
“No, I’m going.”
“Oh for goodness sakes, I’m going.”
Mickey and I were bickering about who was going to pick Ash up from her date with Kellan.
Rhiannon had come around for the aftermath girlie discussion, which was also why Pippa was there with me.
Auden and Cillian were virtually attempting to kill unknown kids somewhere else on the planet on some online game they were playing on the Xbox in Mickey’s family room. And from their shouts, they were succeeding.
Mickey wanted to pick his daughter up in order to give her date the evil eye.
I was not about to subject Aisling to that.
Rhiannon, who already had her coat and was at the door, agreed with me.
“I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” she declared and before Mickey could reply, she walked out.
“I hope he kisses her,” Pippa said dreamily.
I felt a wall of flame come from Mickey.
“Pip!” I snapped, looking to her to see she was gazing as dreamily as her voice at the door, which was when I felt Mickey’s pain for Pippa was going to be next.
She looked to me. “What?”
“Gross! Kissing Ash!” Cillian shouted, showing that clearly the loud explosions coming from the TV weren’t drowning out our conversation.
Or he was listening.
“Not gross, dude. She’s cute,” Auden replied.
Mickey turned menacing eyes to me.
“Auden doesn’t lie, honey,” I said gently.
He stormed off and not long after he disappeared down the hall I heard the fridge open and close then the sliding glass door open and close.
He was drinking beer and brooding about his daughter becoming a woman.
I grinned.
“He’s hot when he’s all dad-who-doesn’t-want-his-daughter-dating,” Pippa observed and I looked to her to see her gaze aimed at the hall.
She was right.
She looked to me and grinned. “He’s a total score, Mom. All the girls at school say it. They even get in heated debates about who’s the hottest dad. Amber Spear’s or Aisling Donovan’s.”
“Obviously, it’s Aisling Donovan,” I stated haughtily.
“Totally,” she agreed, still grinning.
My eyes drifted back to the hall as I mumbled, “Maybe I should go to him.”
“Maybe you should let him get used to it,” Pippa advised, shifting up to sit on her knees on Mickey’s couch in his front living room. “He’s gonna have to. Kellan is into Ash big time. They’re both movie freaks. She knows all about boxing. They watch the same TV shows. For high school, all that is serious. They sit with us at lunch but they’re totally into each other and never stop talking.”
The idea of Ash never stopping talking was one I couldn’t wrap my head around.
But I loved that she found a boy she could open up to.