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Where the Streets Have No Name(39)



When Amelia stared at him, his pulse sped up and he wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of her face, then spear her with his cock and watch the look of ecstasy in her eyes. Feel her heat gripping him tight. Feel her lose herself in his arms.

The car was parked in with the rest and since they’d spent a good few hours sitting today, he suggested the stretch their legs. Amelia stood overlooking the river with her arms wrapped around her midsection. How he wished he could take their place and hold her tight. Feel the heat of her body pressed to his; enjoy the curve of her arse hugging his erection. Instead he stood next to her with an arm draped over her shoulders. And it was deplorable, but damn he wanted her, even now.

“Tell me about your parents, Daniel.”

Nothing brought a man from sixty to zero like asking about his deceased parents.

“Not much to say.” He shifted his weight, nervous from the change in the air. “Why eh, why do you ask?”

A soft sigh escaped her. “I have to call my parents in a bit. I got an email from them. They’re…worried.”

“Ring them then.” He didn’t want to be the reason she neglected her family. “I’ll go wait in the car, give you some privacy.”

Selfishly, he stole a kiss from her. A light peck on the lips turned into something deeper. Something sensual. Her body flowed against him like liquid silk. Arms weaved through his hair at the nape of his neck, beneath the edge of his hat. With each possessive swipe of his tongue he told her without words how he felt.

Before he dragged her back to the car with him, stripped her bare, and plunged his throbbing cock into the sweet, moist heat between her thighs, Daniel ended the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. The words were on his tongue.

Rather than letting them slip, he touched his lips to the top of her head, then made his way back to the car to wait and give her some privacy.





Amelia hated to lie, but she needed to call her private investigator and discuss the information he gathered without Daniel listening in. In the email he sent her, Mark Butler uncovered a lot more than he thought he would regarding Daniel and the false charges against him. And Mark said he had some very good news to share with her.

Quickly, she dialled his number and hit the call button, glancing around to make sure Daniel wouldn’t overhear anything. He was in the car with the door closed almost thirty feet away. No chance of being overheard by him. Good.

She still felt terrible for going behind his back, but if it meant his name would be cleared and he’d be granted a second chance, she’d take any anger directed at her for going behind his back.

“Amelia,” Mark said when he answered the phone. “Thanks for returning my call.”

“Of course. Tell me what you’ve got.”

“Enough to get Daniel Byrne pardoned and issued a formal apology from the government,” Mark told her, explaining in detail his findings. “And I’ve got Riley, on tape, admitting his part in the bombing. He said, and I quote, ‘I hit two birds with one stone; my ex and my bit on the side. The wife never found out about the two extra kids I almost had.’ The guy is a first class son of a bitch.”

The words hit Amelia square in the chest with enough force that her breath stuttered and nausea roiled in her gut. “He…he didn’t…”

“I’ve got the entire conversation recorded,” Mark said. “Want to hear it?”

“No!” Amelia would no doubt lose her lunch if she heard the bastard’s voice. “No, that’s fine.” She could not sit through the admission of a man killing two innocent women and their unborn children just to hide his infidelities. “Just…get it where it needs to go to clear his name.”

“Want me to do it in person?”

“Of course.” Amelia didn’t trust any other method at the moment. Too much was at stake. She’d not risk Daniel’s freedom on a technicality. “All your expenses will be paid. Coordinate with Gabriella Swanson – you’ve got her number. She’ll make sure payments go through.”

“Sure thing, Amelia. I’ll do what needs to be done and call you when I’m finished.”

“Thank you,” she said.

Amelia disconnected the call and tucked her cell in her shoulder bag. Peering over her shoulder through a curtain of her hair, she glanced back at the car to find Daniel’s eyes on her. He looked away, then flicked his gaze back, like looking away from her for too long was a crime.

A smile played on her lips as she made her way to the car and she realised that Daniel filled up the cracks in her heart from losing Poppa. He might be gone, but he’d always live on in her heart, and letting the organ remain smashed to pieces served no purpose.