Текст книги "Breaking a Legend"
Автор книги: Sarah Robinson
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“I want…” Clare faltered as her eyes flickered across his firm body. She knew that he was waiting for her to finish what she started, but her hands slid over his chest instead. She gulped nervously as she felt an ache settling between her legs.
“This is your ring, mhuirnín.” He was reminding her that she was in control tonight.
“I want to give you the same pleasure you gave me the other day, but don’t grab my head. Don’t force me,” she clumsily stated, flushing with embarrassment at her request.
She had only ever had unpleasant oral sex, during which she felt forced or unable to breathe. Like it wasn’t her choice. She wanted to do this on her own; she wanted to be in charge of just this one part of him.
“Babe,” he tilted her chin up to look at him, his eyes imploring hers seriously, “I would never make you do anything. I’m yours tonight. I’m yours for as long as you’ll keep me. Do you believe me?”
“I do,” she exhaled, realizing that she really did believe him. He’s mine.
Clare’s hands rested on his chest, pushing him back lightly. He took her cue and sat back, then lay down. Her hands trailed down his abs, circling around his belly button and then traveling with the small line of hair that disappeared into his jeans.
Not so deftly, she unbuttoned his pants, avoiding touching his shaft as he sprang free. He helped her remove his jeans, then let her slide her hands up his legs. She stopped as her fingers bumped over the raised scars that jaggedly traversed one knee.
“Does this hurt?”
He shook his head. He was embarrassed about the ugly scar, even more so of the weakness it implied. She could read it all over his face as he watched her carefully.
Leaning forward, she dropped her lips to his leg and grazed the scar, leaving small kisses along its length. She could feel his eyes piercing her, and she hoped she wasn’t upsetting him. She just wanted him to know that she didn’t mind, that she liked every part of him. Scars and all.
Moving her head up, she hovered over his member for a moment before she took him inside her mouth while his body stiffened underneath her. Letting her lips glide up and down, she had to force herself not to smile when she heard him moan. She occasionally licked the head with her tongue, making a flicking motion as he pushed himself toward her. Her hand gripped the bottom of his manhood, moving with her slick, wet mouth.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand fisting the blanket beneath them, and she noticed every muscle in his body was stiff and tense. She decided to tease him ever further, swirling her tongue around him and squeezing her lips tighter as she picked up her pace.
“Clare, babe, please,” he groaned, banging one fist against the floor. His other hand took hold of her shoulder and gently pushed her up, sliding himself out of her as she looked up at him in confusion.
“Did I do it wrong?” she asked nervously.
“Are you kidding me?” he growled hoarsely, as he pressed her naked body down to the mat and climbed on top of her. “I can’t hold it any longer and I want it to be deep inside you when I let go.”
She blinked in surprise, her breath hitching as he pushed her knees apart and pushed his tip against her most sensitive nub. She cried out as the sensation tore through her, and he used that opportunity to bury himself completely inside her. Clare lifted her hips to meet his next thrust, matching his force and wanting to feel him at her peak again.
He didn’t disappoint, reaching between their bodies to squeeze her nub with his fingers and rub fiercely. He moved rapidly in and out of her and she shoved her face into his shoulder, biting him as a muffled scream pulled through her and her toes curled deliciously. Her climax racked her body hard, electrifying every part of her as she struggled to find air.
He stole her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it as he picked up his pace and rocked against her forcefully. The action intensified everything that she was already wading through. Finally shuddering, he pressed as deeply into her as he could and molded his body to hers.
They lay there quietly for a moment, letting the torrents of sensations run through them until they were finally able to regain their composure.
He breathed, sliding out of her and falling to her side. “Are you on the pill?” She just nodded, still smiling blissfully as he wrapped her against him.
“Is it always like this?” she asked quietly, her lips only a few centimeters from his chest. She hoped it was; she wanted this. She wanted him, and all of him. She had spent weeks trying not to have any sort of romantic feelings for this man, but that notion was completely gone now. She was starting a new chapter in her life, and she wanted him in it.
“What do you mean?”
“Being with you—it’s different. Not like before.” The high of a few moments before slowly declined as fears crept through her. If things were so amazing, she was terrified that they could only get worse. Her experience told her that a handsome face could easily hide things.
“Clare, I told you, we are different together. Tá mé leatsa. Tá tú mianach. I am yours. You are mine.”
Chapter 12
“You guys know there is a motel, like right around the corner?” Kane’s deep voice jolted Rory.
Flickering his eyes open, snarling at the bright light while pain shot up through his leg, Rory stared up into his brother’s face.
“What in the hell are you doing here, Kane?”
“Meeting you for training, idiot.”
“Oh, my God, hide me,” a soft voice moaned next to Rory, and he felt a warm body wriggle, a face push into the crook of his arm. Turning, he realized it was Clare and that they were smack dab in the middle of the main cage at an empty Legends.
And it was morning.
A very bright morning.
“Hi, Clare, good hiding job. He has giant arms, yet somehow I still spotted you! Is this yours?”
Clare peeked out from behind Rory, pulling the blanket tightly around her frame. Kane was holding up a light blouse, dangling it off one finger. Rory swiped it from him and handed it to Clare. She wiggled it on quickly, and he was sure that the crimson on her face might now be a permanent fixture.
“You guys better get this cleaned up. Pops will be in soon. I don’t even know what he would say to this. Oh, and Quinn dropped off Ace—he’s in the office,” Kane called over his shoulder as he strode away from them, out of the cage.
“Is he gone?” Clare peeked her head up over Rory’s shoulder so he could see her squarely.
Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he turned toward her and admired her petite figure curled up in the blanket beside him. Her blond hair was tumbling down her back in waves and her eyes shone bright green under the morning light. He wanted to take a picture of her like this, so he would never forget how beautiful she was. He grinned at the thought, knowing he sounded ridiculous.
“What are you smiling at?” She narrowed her eyes at him as she carefully wiggled on her jeans to finish getting dressed, still holding the blanket over her.
“You’re beautiful, Clare.”
She blushed an even deeper red against her previously pale, ivory skin, then pushed herself up onto her feet. He quickly followed, easily pulling his clothes on, unembarrassed. He started packing things away, pausing to notice the stiffness and spasms of pain in his leg. He kept a straight face and didn’t show it.
They didn’t say anything as they tidied up and folded the blanket, just snuck smiles and peeks at each other. Once everything was tucked neatly into the picnic basket Rory was now carrying, they exited the cage and he helped her down onto the ground.
Rory grabbed Clare’s arm and pulled her toward him, still enjoying the silence of the empty gym. “I’ve got to go get changed to train my brother.”
“Yeah? What are you waiting for then?” The way the corner of her eyes crinkled when she smiled at him made him want never to stop staring at her.
“It’s tomorrow.”
“So?”
“I promised to kiss you tomorrow, mhuirnín.” He lowered his voice, attempting to sound slightly threatening, but unable to keep the smile off his face.
“Did you? Hmm, I don’t recall.”
“Clare—” he started to argue, but she cut him off by tossing her arms around his neck and kissing him squarely on the lips. It was fast, it was soft. It was gentle, and it was deep. But it was over before he could even register all of that, leaving him gaping at her as he watched her walk away and leave the gym.
His brother called to him. “Rory! Come on! Only a week until the fight!”
Grunting, Rory stormed over to the front desk and hid the basket underneath. Ace greeted him, eagerly wagging his tail. Rory petted him and took him outside for a minute or two before heading back into the locker rooms to change and meet Kane, who had now taken up practicing on one of the bags while he waited.
Rory didn’t have time to think about everything that had just happened with Clare, or what it meant. The moment he entered the ring, leaving Ace on the sidelines, he could hear the anxiety in Kane’s voice, reminding him of how nervous he had been before his first big fight. He owed it to his brother to give him everything he knew.
If he couldn’t be the best anymore, at least the best would still be a Kavanagh.
“I’m ready to go full scale, Rory. Don’t hold back,” Kane told him as he stepped into the cage, making Rory wish he had been able to take some pills that morning for his knee. He had to keep reminding himself that those days were over; he was refusing to rely on medication anymore.
“Tomorrow. Let’s firm up your suppressions today.”
“We did that the last few days. I need something new, I can’t do triangle chokes all day today,” Kane argued, but Rory didn’t care and ignored his protests as he got into his stance. He wasn’t known for caving to his trainee’s wants, which Kane knew.
“Fine, but just for the morning workout. Can we switch it up this afternoon?” Kane gave in, sulking slightly.
“If you can successfully put me in a rear naked choke, we will go full on later.”
“You’re on!”
The two were instantly on each other, blows and blocks going every direction. Kane had vastly improved over their weeks of training, but his techniques were still sloppy. Rory could see he had the power, but the executions weren’t perfect. That was a mistake that he wasn’t going to let his brother make.
Rory knew he had been sloppy in his last fight against Santiago. He had let his ego tell him that his strength was enough, and so he hadn’t focused on techniques as keenly as he should have. He had paid a high price for that mistake, and he was dead set on keeping Kane from paying the same.
–
A few hours later, the men were drenched in sweat and heading to the locker room for a quick wipe-down and change before they took a couple hours off for lunch, planning to train again that afternoon. Rory had been impressed with Kane’s progress that morning, and they both were eager to continue the prep for Friday night’s fight.
“Rory, bro, what did I walk in on this morning?” Kane pulled a fresh shirt out of a locker and tossed his dirty one into his gym bag.
“What are you talking about?”
“With Clare. Since when do you have one-night stands at the gym, or with someone we know? I haven’t met a girl you’ve been with since that one chick from college.” Kane pulled his shirt over his head.
“Clare’s not a one-night stand. Don’t talk about her like that.”
“Oh, yeah? Playboy Rory is thinking of letting a sweet young thing tie him down?” Kane headed toward the exit.
Rory took two long strides across the locker room toward his brother. With one swift move, he grabbed Kane’s shoulder and pushed him back against the locker wall. With his eyes narrowed and his arm lying flat across Kane’s collarbone, Rory pinned him there carefully.
The move wasn’t completely frightening, just forceful.
“I said don’t talk about Clare that way.” He spoke sternly, with purpose, glaring into Kane’s surprised eyes.
“Calm down—I didn’t mean anything by it.” Kane’s hands went up in defense, but he was beaming with pride, as if he had just won a bet.
Rory dropped his arm back down to his side, gave Kane a withering glare, and stormed out of the locker room.
–
“We spend a couple of nights together and you’re already stalking me? I knew I was good, but wow,” a low voice rumbled behind her.
Clare snapped her head around in surprise to find Rory standing only a few inches behind her in the office of Woodlawn Rescues. It was a few hours after they had parted that morning. Smiling, she rolled her eyes at him, letting him lean down and give her a soft peck on the lips.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Same thing as you, I’m guessing.” He reached down to pet Ace, who happily wagged his tail between the two of them.
“I knew you worked here, but it’s still funny seeing you actually here.”
“Why?” He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching for her waist and pulling her forward to rest against him.
“Because this room is smaller than you are.”
“That’s why I spend most of my time out in the yard.” He kissed her neck softly, pressing her into him.
Clare exhaled, accidentally moaning lightly at the contact, as his lips traveled the length of her neck. She tilted her head to the side to give him more access, momentarily losing herself in the warm sensations of his solid body pressed into hers. His tongue slid against her smooth skin, devouring her gently.
“I could never get tired of tasting you,” he whispered into her.
“Rory, it’s only my first day. I’ve got to get back to filing.” She tried her best to push him away, but her hands ended up twisting in his shirt instead. She was pulling him closer, arching her body against his.
“I can help you.”
“Help me get further distracted, you mean?” She finally stepped back and locked her arms out in front of her to keep him at a distance.
“You might like it,” he teased, allowing her to push him away. She grabbed a stack of files off the desk and moved over to a tall industrial filing cabinet.
“I think that’s the problem.”
“I’ll catch up with you later,” he conceded with a smile, leaving the office.
Clare heard the door to the kennels open as the barking increased in volume. A shiver ran through her body as she remembered how his hands had just been on her. She loved that he was here working at the same place she was; it made her feel more connected. It was as if they were sharing a part of their lives together, sharing an experience no one else could have with them.
Kiera popped her head into the office. “Clare, Dr. Prentiss just got here.”
“Awesome,” she said. “Um, I didn’t finish the filing yet.”
“Leave it, you can do it later. Come meet him.”
Clare nodded and placed the stack of files back on the desk, then hurried out to the hallway to follow Kiera. The young woman was waiting for her by the exam room door, waving for her to come join her. Following Kiera into the small medical room, Clare was again surprised at how small the place was.
There was a counter to one side with a sink; medical supplies lined the wall. On the opposite side, a metal exam table that folded up into the wall was currently down, with several open folders on it. An older gentleman stood by the exam table, leaning over and writing in one of the folders. He was mostly bald and wore large glasses propped on his nose, a white lab coat over slacks, and a collared shirt.
“Dr. Prentiss, we just brought in a new volunteer. This is Clare Ivers.” Kiera motioned between them.
“Hi, it’s great to meet you.” Clare smiled at him and extended a hand, which he accepted as he smiled back at her.
“Good to meet you, too. We need more volunteers around here.”
“Clare is studying to be a vet one day, so I’ll let you two chat. If you need me, I’ll be out feeding the dogs and checking on Rory,” Kiera said before heading out of the room.
“She’s a good kid.” Dr. Prentiss motioned toward where Kiera had just been. “Is this your first day? Have you met Rory yet?”
“I have.” She smiled shyly.
“Those two are the only reason this place is still open. Patty does an amazing job, but she couldn’t run this place alone. I have my own practice and I volunteer at several other places, so I’m only here one day a week.” He closed some folders and put things away as Clare listened intently.
“First up, I’ve got some annuals to deliver. Want to help me?”
She eagerly agreed to help with the vaccinations, following him out to the kennels.
He greeted each of the dogs as he passed, seeming to know all of them by name. Clare guessed that the shelter had about twenty kennels, but only half were occupied at the moment. The backs of the kennels had sliding hatches, some currently opened into an outdoor pen area. She could see out into the yard, where Rory was down on one knee, working with a large rottweiler.
The next few hours went by quickly as she followed Dr. Prentiss around, helping him perform exams. She did finally manage to get some filing done, and by the time her shift ended, she felt depleted but happy. She kept thinking how lucky she was to have stumbled upon this place, feeling like she was finally doing something to help herself toward her goals.
Chapter 13
The weekend went by quickly, with Clare spending most of her time at O’Leary’s working, and her mornings at Legends. Rory still continued to escort her home every night, and she found herself looking forward to it more and more each time. They hadn’t been on an official second date, since she hadn’t had a free night after their date in the ring, but she had seen him on her second day at Woodlawn Rescues.
Clare thought about yesterday at the shelter as she finished filling up a bottle of water to take with her to the gym. She loved that when she and Rory were at the shelter, he was so focused on the dogs that he didn’t usually get distracted or socialize with her much.
Much being the key word, though, since he had found a few excuses to come over and fondle her.
The thought alone made her cheeks heat up as she pulled a jacket on and grabbed her gym bag before leaving her apartment, making sure to lock up carefully before she left. She was excited to go to Legends because Rory was beginning her training today. Having skipped her self-defense class this morning in favor of sleeping in, she hoped she wouldn’t be too out of shape and embarrass herself.
“Where were you this morning?” Casey asked almost immediately when she walked through the gym doors not too long after leaving her apartment.
“I was at O’Leary’s so late last night, I needed the sleep.” Clare joined her friend at the counter and tried her best to look apologetic.
“Excuses, excuses. You coming tomorrow? Only a few weeks left in the class.”
“Damn, Casey, is this how you talk to all our clients?” Kane came up behind his cousin.
“Only my favorites,” she replied.
“Glad we have you in charge of membership, then,” he said sarcastically, teasing her. Clare just rolled her eyes at both of them, giving them a small wave as she left for the locker room.
A few minutes later, Clare had locked away her things and was dressed in form-fitting black sweatpants with an emerald-green top. She headed out to the main floor of the gym to find Rory. With the giant black-and-white dog by his side, he wasn’t hard to spot, talking with several buff men she didn’t recognize. Seeing her, he waved and excused himself from the conversation.
“Mhuirnín.” His voice was low and gravelly as he approached her.
“Ready to show me some moves?” She leaned in to his embrace as his arms circled her.
“I thought I already did the other night?” He smirked at his double entendre.
“Rory—”
“I’m kidding.” He let go of her and ushered her toward one of the smaller rings to one side of the open floor.
“Here, put your hands out,” he instructed her at the edge of the ring, next to a small station that contained gloves and other things used in the ring.
Clare did as he said, watching him bind each of her hands and wrists with a neon-green wrap before testing the resilience of his creation. Her hands felt a bit stiff, but he assured her the stiffness was normal and would loosen as she moved. He quickly did the same thing with his own hands and wrists, and then they both entered the ring, closing the cage door behind them.
“So, you think you know how to defend yourself?” he asked, challenging.
“Hopefully—I mean, Casey has taught me a lot,” she replied, and then showed him a few things she had learned. They practiced wrist locks, grappling, and more, working up quite a sweat within half an hour.
Clare was enjoying herself, loving learning something new, but also getting a chance to be up close and physical with Rory. She struggled to pay full attention to everything he said once he removed his shirt. His eyes were fierce as he concentrated on the training, his rock-solid abs glistening with sweat. Her eyes were just as fierce, except distractedly lapping up the view in front of her.
“Clare, are you even paying attention?” She snapped her head up, realizing she had just been caught ogling his pecs and perfect stomach.
“Of course I was.” She blushed as he smirked again, knowing the truth.
“Before we finish, let’s practice the arm bar I showed you earlier.”
She nodded, agreeing, but not completely focusing on the task.
He turned her so that he was behind her, placing his elbow in the crook of her arm while his other hand grabbed her wrist and pulled back. He was talking to her as he did this, but everything sounded muffled to her.
Her vision went dark and her mind reeled back.
She wasn’t with Rory anymore.
She wasn’t at Legends. She wasn’t even in New York.
–
“They left it to me—it’s mine!” she said emphatically, staring hard at the tall, lithe man before her, covered in tattoos.
“And you’re mine, making this mine, too.” He waved the contract in her face, handing her a pen as he placed it on the table next to them.
Clare stared at Travis, trying to control her breathing as anger surged through her. It had been only a few weeks since her parents had passed away, and she had nothing else to her name except the inheritance left to her.
“If I don’t?” she said quietly, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear her.
But he did.
Narrowing his coal-colored eyes, he glared at her. His jaw tightened and his nostrils flared, causing her stomach to quiver in fear. She tried to breathe, but couldn’t. The breath was caught in her throat as she waited for a reprimand that would surely come.
He quickly closed the gap between them, fury on his face as he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her. Shoving her down onto the table in front of the contract, he locked her arm behind her back.
“Travis!” she screamed in pain as her wrist suddenly burned and throbbed.
“Sign it,” he commanded through clenched teeth.
“Travis, my wrist, please,” she cried, tears springing to her eyes.
“Don’t make me tell you again! Do you want to be punished?” He tightened his hold on her, the pain increasing immediately.
She shook her head, crying silently as teardrops cascaded down her cheeks. Her free hand grabbed the pen and awkwardly signed her name where he pointed. As she signed the last spot needed, he released her and grabbed the contract.
He walked out of the room and she said nothing.
She just stood there and watched him take the last bit of her parents from her. Watched him steal her future and replace it with his.
The thought suddenly hit her.
He was never going to let her leave.
–
“Clare? Clare!” Rory was inches from her face, his eyes full of worry.
“What?” She frowned, wondering why her head was aching.
“Are you okay?” He gave her his hand, helping her sit up slowly.
Glancing around, she realized she had been flat on the ground, and a giant knot on the back of her head was the source of the aching. Her mouth was dry, her skin cold, and she felt guilty for the apprehension on Rory’s face.
“What happened?”
“I have no idea—I think you fainted. Here, drink this.” He handed her a bottle of water, and she gulped it down gratefully.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, embarrassed as he helped her stand up.
“Don’t be. I’m the one who should be sorry. I pushed you too hard today.” He frowned as his hands circled her waist, securing her on her feet. It was clear he was not going to let her go until he could be sure she wouldn’t fall over again.
“Come on, let’s get outside. Some fresh, cold air might help.”
She allowed him to lead her out of the ring.
Less than a minute later, they stood on the sidewalk out front, staring at each other. He pulled her to him, something she always loved. He rubbed her upper arms, using friction to warm her up, since it was a bit cold. The fresh air was definitely what she needed, though; her mind was already clearing.
“Talk to me, mhuirnín.”
She bit her lip nervously, not sure what to tell him. Her life with Travis wasn’t something she was proud of, and it wasn’t fun to think about or remember. She dropped her forehead against his chest, cuddling into him. He squeezed her tighter, enjoying the intimacy but not letting it distract him.
“I don’t know what to tell you. I just remembered something from when I was younger.” She sniffed, looking up at him. “I guess it still affects me more than I realized.”
His jaw stretched tight, and she knew that he didn’t like her answer. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was holding back a lot, or because he was feeling protective.
“Who did you think about?” he said through gritted teeth.
“What do you mean?”
“I was twisting your arm behind your back, Clare. Who did that to you?” She should have given him more credit, she realized, as he had easily put that together.
“My ex, Travis.” She wrapped her arms around Rory’s waist and pressed her cheek into his shoulder. “He could get a little rough sometimes.”
Rory exhaled slowly, and she felt his chest deflate underneath her cheek.
“Never again. No one will ever lay their hands on you again.” He finished by kissing her forehead and wrapping her even tighter into him.
–
It was days later, but Clare still felt like she was on air as she flitted around O’Leary’s in the evening, helping patrons. Over and over again, her mind kept replaying the training she’d done with Rory the last few days, how protective he had been that first day, and how powerful he had made her feel every day since as he taught her more and more.
He inspired something in her, empowered her to be someone she hadn’t known was possible. He believed in her, something no one else had done before in her life.
Aside from that, she had never before felt cared for and guarded, but with Rory she felt like she had a brand-new shield standing between her and every pain she had ever felt. Nothing could get through him to her; she was safe.
Any reluctance she had initially shown with Rory was gone—after all, it was hard to deny anything was happening when his brother had caught them naked together. She didn’t mind; she had come to terms with the fact that she did want to be with Rory. She hadn’t felt this giddy about a man since high school, and she was pretty sure that back then it had been just because someone was showing an interest in her.
Now that she wasn’t an insecure young teenager, it felt different. Rory wasn’t just a great guy, someone who made her shiver with excitement or who did things to her in bed she hadn’t known possible. He was also able to make her feel strong. He made her see herself through his eyes, and she loved what she saw.
This felt like a beginning, but of what, she wasn’t sure.
Clare smiled to herself as she daydreamed, sliding a rack of steaming, freshly washed beer glasses out of the dishwasher in the kitchen and carrying it out to the bar area. O’Leary’s was packed, even for the late hour, so she resumed making drinks once the glasses were restocked.
“Crown and Coke over here, Clare.” The handsome young man she recognized as Kane, Rory’s younger brother, took a free spot at the bar.
“Hi, Kane.” She gave him a cordial smile, feeling slightly awkward—she hadn’t actually spoken to him since he’d found her and Rory naked in the ring.
“Aw, don’t be all stiff on me now, Clare.” He winked at her, taking the drink as she slid it over to him.
“I’m not.”
“Oh, yes, you are. Okay, so I caught you sleeping with my brother. Big deal. You could do a lot worse.” Kane shrugged.
“We weren’t sleeping together!” she protested, unsure why she was lying.
“Really?”
“Well, we were, uh, but—” she stammered, not knowing what to say to hide the crimson embarrassment that snuck up her cheeks.
“I heard the same song and dance from him, doll. Both of you are falling all over each other right in front of us, then denying anything is happening. We’re not blind, you know.”
“Who’s we?”
“That would be me.” Quinn, Rory’s other younger brother, slapped Kane on the shoulders.
Jimmy joined them. “I want in. What are we talking about?”
“Clare, have you ever officially met my brothers? This is Quinn, local lowlife and jack-of-all-trades, and the youngest of us, Jimmy. He’s NYPD, so be on your best behavior.” Kane winked at her.
“Good to meet ya, Clare. If you’re serving drinks, I’ll take a Guinness.” Quinn smiled at her, tossing his black hair out of his eyes. Redheaded Jimmy pulled up a stool next to Kane, while Quinn just leaned against the bar.
“Same here, Clare. Thanks.”
Clare busied herself getting their drinks, trying not to be flustered that three insanely attractive and buff men were all standing in front of her and focusing only on her. On top of all that, she couldn’t shake the feeling she was being assessed to see if she was good enough for Rory.
“So, you’re the girl who’s completely changed our big brother?” Jimmy smiled at her, leaning on the bar.
“What do you mean?”
“He means that Jimmy hasn’t had to fudge as many police reports lately,” Quinn teased, giving his brother a gentle shove.
“I didn’t fudge police reports.” Jimmy scowled for a second, but then he cracked a mischievous smile. “I just lost them more often when they had Rory’s name on them.”
“Don’t worry, Rory’s not like that anymore,” Kane reassured her.
