“Yes, I like roast dinners,” Damien … groaned. “God, I’m already looking forward to it.”
I chuckled as I focused back on Jax. After I got his nappy changed, I dressed him just in time for Damien to enter the sitting room and give him snuggles and kisses.
“I can drop him up to Aideen on my way out,” he offered. “You can get to work on that project you mentioned last night.”
“Oh, would you?” I relaxed. “Yes, please. Me head’s all over the place. I have to read through the client’s briefin’ again so I can capture ’er vision for the image she wants.”
“You’ll do great.”
I looked at Jax. “Bye-bye, buddy.”
He smiled at me and made the sound of kisses, so I leaned in and kissed all over his face, to which he screamed in delight.
“What about me?” Damien said, a perfect pout in place. “Don’t I get kisses?”
“I don’t know,” I mused. “Have you been a good boy?”
“I made you come twice last night, once on my tongue, and once on my fingers … I think I’m a very good boy.”
I covered Jax’s ears. “The baby is present!”
Damien laughed. “Give me some sugar, gorgeous.”
I leaned up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his in a chaste kiss.
“See you later,” I whispered before sliding my tongue over his lower lip.
“Sin,” Damien growled. “You’re sin!”
I winked, then turned my attention back to Jax.
“Be good for your Mammy and Daddy, okay?”
He nodded as if he knew what I was saying.
“Just his Mom,” Damien said. “Kane is busy today.”
Before I could stop myself from being nosy, I asked, “Doin’ what?”
Damien pointedly flicked his eyes away from me, and instantly, I knew it was because whatever he was about to say was a lie. I knew because I couldn’t lie for shite either, and my friends had told me on multiple occasions that I did the exact same thing when I was being untruthful.
“Running some errands,” he answered. “I’m not all that sure. I wasn’t listening to him when he was talking last night. I was too busy looking at you.”
When Damien looked back at me, I had a forced smile on my face, trying to hide the unease I felt at him lying to me so easily.
“Well.” I cleared my throat, focusing on my nephew. “You be good for Mammy, d’ye hear?”
Jax babbled in his baby language.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Damien grinned then leaned down and kissed my cheek.
“I’ll see you this evening?”
I nodded.
“Is this all of his things?” Damien asked, hiking the strap of Jax’s baby bag farther up his shoulder while holding Jax against his chest with one arm.
“Yeah,” I answered. “I bought the travel cot since the kids stay with me so much. You have everythin’ he needs in that bag.”
Another kiss and another goodbye, then I was alone with my thoughts, and from previous experience, I knew how dangerous that could be when I doubted something or someone. Damien just lied to me, I knew he did, but it was regarding whatever Kane was doing. I wasn’t sure if I should have been offended or simply brush it off because really, it was none of my business where Kane went, and it wasn’t Damien’s job to tell me, either.
I shook my head, forcing it to the back of my mind and went ahead and got changed into my work clothes. I tidied around the whole apartment, and an hour after Damien left, the buzzer rang, and I knew straight away that it was Morgan. As I walked towards the front door, I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw he was nearly ten minutes early for work, which made me smile.
I didn’t answer the call; I simply buzzed Morgan in once I saw it was him on the monitor. I put Barbara into her crate, just so she wouldn’t freak out when Morgan came in because she didn’t know him and was still a little flighty around me and Damien. Five minutes later, there was a knock on my door.
I opened it with a smile.
“Hi, Morgan.”
Morgan beamed a smile right back at me. “Heya, how’re you?”
“I’m great,” I said. “Come in, come in.”
Morgan whistled after we entered the kitchen.
“Nice place.”
“Thanks,” I chirped. “I love it.”
“Are you ’ere long?”
I shook my head. “I moved in a month ago; me friend lives upstairs and told me about it.”
“Nice,” Morgan said, his eyes roaming around the room. “Where I live is a dive compared to this.”
I chuckled. “I’m lucky, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Morgan agreed. “I guess you are.”
“D’ye want a cuppa?”
“If you’re makin’ tea, I won’t say no. Two sugars, please.”
A man after my own heart.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about what you said about your office.” Morgan spoke as I made the tea. “And I figured between the pair of us, we could get it up and operational today to get it out of the way.”