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“The bathroom was very nice. It was too bad that I didn’t make it to the toilet.”

It was Sherlock and she was laughing. Ramsey said, “It shouldn’t last much longer, should it?”

“The doc says another month. I’m thinking of taping Dillon’s mouth shut to keep that word stuck in his throat, but then he couldn’t kiss me properly. It’s a tough call, downsides everywhere. How’s Molly?”

“She’s hanging in, taking lots of pictures, even of me. I look up and there she is, turning all these dials on her camera, assuming strange contorted positions, muttering about backlighting and the like. She’s spending a fortune on film. You want to speak to her?”

Molly slipped out and came around to Ramsey’s bed. Thank God Emma was sound asleep. She listened, then spoke to Sherlock. She laughed, a warm infectious sound that made Ramsey smile. She was humming to herself when she slipped back into her bed beside Emma.

28

RAMSEY BRUSHED HIS teeth, put the cap back on the toothpaste, and rinsed out his toothbrush, standing it bristles-up in a glass on the sink. He was leaning into the small shower stall to turn on the water. He heard something, straightened, and turned back toward the bathroom door.

Molly was standing there in her cotton nightgown, her hair tousled from sleeping, and her eyes were remarkably bright and focused. She was staring right at his cock.

“Molly?”

“Uh? Oh, Ramsey, I’m sorry. I wanted to go to the bathroom, I wasn’t listening, I didn’t realize you were in here and I—” Her voice fell like a rock off a cliff.

She continued to stare at him. Even when she’d spoken, she hadn’t looked at his face. She hadn’t even gotten as high as his chest.

She said now, still not looking at his face, “I guess I’d better leave now.”

“I’ll be out in just a few minutes.”

“I can hold it.” She was out the door in a flash. He looked down at himself. He was getting erect, fast. Well, damn, he was a man and a man didn’t have any say over that. It was the only completely independent organ of his entire body. Actually, given all the time they’d spent together, it was surprising this hadn’t happened before. Actually, he rather wished, as he lathered soap on his chest and belly, that he’d been the one to walk in on Molly. He wondered how she’d have reacted if he’d just stood there staring at her body, his eyes not getting above her neck. He also found himself wondering what she’d thought of his body. She’d seen him with a hard-on before, particularly in the mornings when they’d slept in the same room. But he hadn’t been naked.

He hadn’t worked out in a month except for that session with Savich in Mason Lord’s state-of-the art gym. Sure he’d walked a lot, kept his cardiovascular system going at a fast clip through sheer stress, but it wasn’t the same thing. He needed to work out. His body missed it. He flexed and stretched. He wondered if there were any gyms in Ireland. He’d just have to hike more, maybe carry Emma on his shoulders as a free weight.

He was whistling as he thought: So what’d you think, Molly? Did you like what you saw? He was whistling when he came out of the bathroom, completely dressed. “All yours,” he said, and smiled at her.

She forced herself to look him straight in the eye and said, “Thank you.”

LATE that afternoon, sitting on the Cliffs of Moher, waiting for that huge brilliant sun to sink down into the Atlantic, Ramsey took Molly’s hand, lifted it to his mouth, and kissed her fingers, one at a time. She became instantly as still as a deer in the glare of headlights. He said quietly, still holding her hand, “Emma’s not looking right now. I think she wants us to buy her another Celtic ring from that vendor over there. She’s looking at every piece of jewelry he has. I’ve got my left eye on her. Don’t worry. So, Molly, I think we should get married. What do you say?”

Molly jumped to her feet and took three quick steps back. Ramsey didn’t move, just twisted around and looked up at her. Then he looked at Emma, who was now strolling not ten feet away from them, hovering near a man and a woman and their two young