Fall from India Place (On Dublin Street 4)

Madame Morisot had on her coat and was walking down the lit hall when Lin entered. Her eyes sprung wide when she saw what Lin carried in her cradled arm.

“Shhh,” Lin said, laughing under her breath. “It’s a surprise. Where is he?”

“He’s upstairs cleaning up for dinner,” Madame Morisot said in her thickly accented English. They both were distracted by the sound of Angus’s jingling collar as she raced down the hall.

“Hi, girl,” Lin greeted the excited dog. When Madame Morisot saw her struggling to be able to pet the golden retriever, she relieved her of her bags. “I have dinner ready and warming in the oven,” the housekeeper said, setting down Lin’s bags on an entryway table. “I was about ready to go home, I hope that’s all right. I think Mr. Reardon wants you to himself tonight,” Madame Morisot said with a sly glance.

“Yes, thank you for getting supper ready. We’ll be fine.”

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night,” Lin called. She shut the door and locked it behind their housekeeper. Kneeling next to the grocery bag, she extracted a carton of milk, her heart bounding so fast, she was probably off the charts on her Reardon watch.

The thick new carpets muted her footsteps as she rose up the stairs. She opened the door to their bedroom softly, peering into the hushed interior. It was empty, but the bathroom door was slightly ajar.

“Not tonight, girl,” she whispered in apology to a panting Angus. She shut the door with the dog on the other side of it. There was a crackling fire in the hearth. She smiled, her excitement mounting, when she tiptoed toward the bathroom and noticed champagne chilling in an ice bucket and two flutes sitting on the bedside table.

Kam walked out of the bathroom wearing a dark blue towel wrapped low around his hips, his taut muscles and skin sheened with moisture from his shower. His dark hair was wet and finger combed back in thick waves. Her body stirred. He looked delicious. Edible. God, she’d missed him. He did a double take when he saw her. He went still, a smile starting on his mouth.

“Surprise,” she said, holding up the kitten.

He focused on the wriggling, gray fur ball. Lin waited anxiously. She wasn’t entirely sure he’d like her gift. His smile slowly spread all the way to his eyes. Without speaking, he walked over to her and took her into his arms. She pressed against his warm, hard body, the kitten and the carton of milk between them. He caught her mouth with his in a kiss that made her feel like a knot had just been tugged tight at her core. She blinked up at him dazedly when he lifted his head a moment later.

“We are not going to be apart for this many days again, I don’t care how important the business is,” he declared with a dark scowl, kneading her shoulders. “Six days, tops.” She leaned down and pressed her face to his chest, inhaling his delicious scent running her lips over his hard muscle and crisp hair.

“I love you, too,” she whispered against his skin.

“No. Five,” Kam continued. “Four at the absolute most, and then only three or four times a year.” She licked at him delicately, starved for his taste. His grip tightened on her shoulders. “Two times a year, if that.”

She met his stare and smiled. “I missed you, too.”

“Agree to it,” he insisted fiercely.

“I agree,” she said without hesitation.

His frown faded, that appreciative gleam she cherished so much entering his eyes as his gaze ran over her face. “Business just isn’t that important. Never as important as this,” he said gruffly, brushing her jaw with his fingertip.

“I told you I agree,” she said, going up on her toes and pressing her lips to his. She coaxed them into softening. “I’m a reformed woman these days when it comes to work, you know that.”

The kitten meowed loudly. Kam glanced down. His smile dawned to full radiance, brilliant and sexy as hell. He took the squirming kitten from her.

“Do you like him?” she asked hopefully.

Kam held up the little feline in front of his face, examining it intently. He was so big and rugged, and the kitten was so tiny and delicate. The sight caused her heart to squeeze tight in her chest. He lowered the wiggling kitten and cradled it against his broad chest, petting it with two large fingers.

“I do. It’s a him?” he asked.

Lin nodded. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find a chocolate-colored one, but the good news is that Angus already approves of this little guy,” she said, stepping forward to join him in petting and admiring the kitten. She explained how before she had left for Japan, she’d taken the golden retriever for a viewing of the litter at a residence in town. Angus had seemed especially patient with this one, and so she’d based her decision on that.

Kam caught her eye. “You always think of everything, don’t you?”

She shrugged.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his gratitude clear. He knew she’d hated what he’d revealed to her about his childhood pet and his father’s cruelty. He knew she wished more than anything that she could make it better, even if she couldn’t ever erase those hurtful memories completely. This was their home now. Not Trevor Gaines’s. Lin would make it so.

“We’ll call him Marque,” Kam said, reaching for the milk she still clutched in the crook of her arm. “It means ‘hallmark’ in French, and he’s a hallmark of a special night. For several reasons, I hope,” she heard him say under his breath.

Lin followed him when he walked over to the sitting area before the lazily crackling fire and picked up a shallow, decorative porcelain bowl sitting on the coffee table. When he placed it on the mantel, she helped him open the carton. He poured the milk into it and bent, placing it several feet away from the hearth. Marque immediately began lapping at it when Kam set him gently down next to the bowl. He straightened, his side pressing against hers.