Saving a Legend(68)

She was so glad she’d insisted on putting Shea to bed, because having Kieran join her had been everything she could have hoped for. Watching him read to Shea, seeing her sister hang on to his every word as he adopted different voices for the characters in the biography she was reading—it filled her heart with hope. She could see a future.

Fiona could see them being a family. She wanted that, and she wanted him.

“Get comfy, flower girl.” He kissed her before moving around the room, grabbing some of the pillows at the top of the bed and a throw blanket off a chair. He motioned for her to hop onto the bed after he’d lined the headboard with soft pillows for them to lean back against.



After placing the boxes on one of the nightstands, Fiona crawled into the middle of the bed and pulled her legs underneath her, sitting cross-legged as she watched him grab the movie rental box and flip it open. She glanced around the space, impressed by how large and nicely decorated the room was. Everything was toned in soft navy-blue shades, with gray accents. It was striking and masculine, fitting Kieran perfectly, even if it wasn’t technically his bedroom.

She didn’t see a television anywhere in the room, but to her surprise, he walked over to the wall across from the bed, where there hung a framed photograph of an ocean scene, then pressed something on the side of the frame. The watery scene disappeared and the screen turned black, then switched on.

“What the hell?” Fiona gaped.

He looked back at her, obviously amused by her dumbfounded look. “Like that? This is one of my favorite things in here. It’s a hidden television disguised as a photograph.”

“Wow,” she breathed, looking down at her simple shirt and jeans that had the occasional loose thread hanging from the hem. She felt so out of place in all the luxury he lived with on a daily basis. By today’s standards their lifestyle was fairly average, but it still felt more outlandish than she could ever afford. “I didn’t even know something like that existed.”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he finished putting in the movie through an equally hidden slot in the side of the television and made his way back to her. Standing at the edge of the bed, he reached forward and grabbed her legs, pulling them toward him and causing her to fall back into a lying position.



“You’re quite the romantic,” she teased as she was on her back, looking up at him. She tried her best to keep it light, but all she could remember was how good he felt inside her. Climbing on top of her, he slid an arm under her back and pulled her with him to the middle of the bed.

“I think the best romance happens after the honeymoon phase, Fi. It doesn’t happen on fancy dates with fancy dresses. It happens cuddled on the couch watching trashy TV, walking down the street holding hands, loving a child together, just living life and making the mundane into a dream come true. I don’t want a honeymoon, I want an everyday.” His lips moved against her cheek, down her neck, and back up.

He wasn’t kissing her, just trailing against her skin, causing her to shiver deliciously. She arched her back, pressing against him as she warmed at his words. Despite her fondness for romance novels, she did want a practical relationship. She had a child to care for, and she wanted someone who would be there for her. His constant presence in her life, and the fact that she knew she could trust him to be there tomorrow, was the most romantic thing she’d ever experienced. It was certainly more than she could say for her father, or for any of the men in her past.

“How are you so perfect?” She nibbled gently on his neck in an attempt to quench the pulsing in her core.

“I’m nowhere near perfect, but I’m going to try to be for you.” He kissed her hungrily, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his thighs, pulling him against her.

He bit down gently on her lip. “Fi, I promised you a movie, but I also wanted to talk to you about something.”



“We can make our own movie.” She elevated her hips off the bed and pressed them into him. She was barely listening; all she could focus on was how perfect he felt against her.

Kieran’s head snapped up and he searched her eyes, a bewildered look on his face. “Did you just say you want to make a sex tape?”

“What? No!” Fiona blushed so deeply she was sure her skin color was permanently altered. That was definitely not what she’d meant.

“Woman, you are something else.” He laughed deeply, sliding down onto the bed next to her and pulling her toward him. She turned so her back was cuddled against him, his arms wrapped around her.

“I was trying to be sexy.” She pouted, wishing she could rewind a few moments, but also not minding his firm body pressed against her.