Beers, Lies and Alibis (Warblers Point Series Book 2) (30 page)

Booker put his jacket on and then ran his hand through his hair. “I do love you Fiona. I love you so damn much…enough to let you go. I want to see the life come back into your eyes, the life I took away from you when I introduced you to my chaotic world.”

“Don’t do this, Booker,” Fiona sobbed, as she got up and ran towards him. She gripped the lapels of his jacket in her hands, trying to hold onto anything of his so he wouldn’t leave her. “Please…just stay. Stay with me. We can work this out.”

“We tried…”

“Stop!” Fiona shouted, as she cried into Booker’s chest. “Just stop. You’re not going anywhere. You’re supposed to be with me, Booker. You can’t leave now,” Fiona hiccupped. “You can’t leave me, please. I need you.”

“Fiona, I’m not good for you. Don’t you see that? I’m slowly taking away your spirit and I would rather give you up than see that Irish spark leave your body. You’re too damn important to me to let that happen.”

Fiona fell to the ground as Booker grabbed his keys from his pocket. Her head was in her hands as she cried uncontrollably.
 

“I’m sorry, Booker. I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t play games. I promise. Please just don’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry, Fiona.”

“You’re going to kill me,” Fiona shouted, as Booker was about to shut the door on her. “You think you’re saving me, but you’re killing me by walking out that door, by giving up on me.”

“You will understand why one day, Fiona.”

With that, Booker shut the door and left Fiona to herself. At that moment, her life changed completely. The walls closed in on her and she felt her body start to slip into a dark abyss as she cried to herself on the entryway floor of her apartment.
 

***

The hangover Sophie was suffering from was nothing compared to the cold that was spreading through her body. She’d had one of the most amazing nights of her life in the arms of a man she never expected would even look at her the way he did last night, but now she found herself alone in a cold bed with an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She felt…used.
 

He left her. He left without saying a word…without leaving a note. She was a one-time, well three-time bang to him and that was all. She should have known last night that he was just drunk enough to know he was using her to get over Fiona. She was an idiot.
 

The thought of being hurt once again by another man was almost too much for her to handle. She wasn’t a strong person like most of the women she knew. She was weak, she leaned on men to make her happy and she had a hell of a time actually sticking up for herself.
 

She walked to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a complete mess from Murphy running his hands through it all night and her eyes were rimmed with a lovely shade of red thanks to no sleep and a massive amount of alcohol. She was hideous to look at.
 

Turning on the shower, she turned the temperature to scolding to wash off the grime she felt coated her body. As she washed her hair, she thought about her night of pure ecstasy with Murphy. When they weren’t screwing each other’s brains out, they talked. Yes, they mostly talked about their plan to take down the O’Learys, but they…

Sophie snapped her head out of the water as a memory of what Murphy and she talked about came to the forefront of her mind. They talked about how Liam and Neala were working things out, which Murphy overheard while he was helping the boys rebuild. The most valuable piece of information Murphy learned was where Neala had been and why she was there, which he so happily shared with Sophie. What disturbed her though, was when he told her to drop the information because the O’Learys were already going through so much, they didn’t need any more hell to put up with.
 

Sophie disagreed with that statement because she didn’t feel like they had gone through any hell. Yes, their dad was in the hospital, which she felt bad about, but they still all had each other. Their relationships, for some godforsaken reason, were working out and the rebuild of the burnt down cabins almost seemed like they were practically finished, thanks to the damn community and the love for the O’Learys. They were doing just fine and it wasn’t sitting well with Sophie. If Murphy wasn’t going to help her complete their pact, then she was going to do it herself and she knew just the way to do it.
 

Chapter 14

“Mornin’,” Liam said into Neala’s hair, as he kissed her on the head.
 

“Mmmm…it’s too early,” Neala said, as she wrapped her arm around Liam’s waist and buried her head into his chest.
 

“It’s almost seven.”
 

Neala picked up her head and squinted at him while scrunching her cute little nose. “You’ve got to be kidding me? We need to sleep for at least…”

“Mommy, Daddy. Get up, get up…it snowed!” shouted Catherine, as she jumped on their bed and celebrated the new-fallen snow.
 

Liam was glad they were able to get the structural part of the rebuild finished before the snow came along. It only took them three days, with the help of a few good men, to complete the finishing touches on the outside of the buildings. Now all they had to do was some electrical work on the inside, the floors and paint, and then the cabins would be ready once again. Liam figured they had a couple more days of work and then they would be good to go and it couldn’t have come at a better time. They just finished the roof of the burnt down cabin yesterday as snow started to fall from the sky.
 

“Did my granny get enough sleep last night? I thought I heard her playing with her dolls after we tucked her in and we all know…”

“I know, Daddy,” Catherine said, as she put her hand over Liam’s mouth to shush him. “I just had to play with those dolls for a quick second.”

“A quick second?” Liam asked skeptically, as Neala still buried her head into his chest.
 

They were going to take things slow and try dating again, but Liam found himself spending the night at Neala’s parents’ house ever since they’d brought Neala back from rehab. He couldn’t drag himself away from her; he was too afraid everything was too good to be true and it was going to be ripped away from him before he had a chance to catch his breath from the whirlwind he was in.
 

“Daddy, sometimes a little girl has to make sure her dolls are all tucked in.”

“Is that right? Seems like my granny didn’t get enough sleep last night, so I don’t know if she can play in the snow.”

“Oh, that’s not true,” Catherine said, while holding her head up high. “I actually got extra sleep because my dolls were put to bed properly, so they didn’t wake up in the middle of the night.”

Liam eyed his daughter suspiciously as he tried to think about when the hell she got so sassy.
 

“You teach her to sass her dad?” Liam nudged Neala, who was still resting on him.
 

“Girls got to stick together, right babe?” Neala said, as she gave their daughter a high five.
 

“That’s right Mommy,” Catherine giggled, as she continued to give her half-asleep mom a high five.
 

“I’m outnumbered. How’s that fair?” Liam asked, while poking both of his girls.
 

“You’re going to be really outnumbered in two seconds if you don’t stop poking me,” Neala said into Liam’s ear, as she gripped his manhood.
 

“Hey-o!” Liam shouted as he sat up. “Granny why don’t you go pour yourself some cereal and I will be right out there to join you.”

“And then we can go play in the snow?” Catherine asked, as she held her hands together as if she was praying.
 

“Yeah, we can play in the snow.”

“Yay!” Catherine shouted as she planted a kiss on Liam’s lips. “Love you Daddy and, Mommy, you’re going to come too, right?”

“Of course, honey.”

Catherine screeched in joy as she jumped off the bed, threw her hands over her head and ran out the door like a maniac. Liam tossed a shoe at the door which closed it and then turned to Neala who was burying herself in her pillow.
 

He grabbed both of her sides where she was ticklish and held her there.
 

“Liam O’Leary. Don’t you dare.”

“Payback is a bitch. You think you can just grab my dick and get away with it?”

Neala picked her head up and looked at him, showing off her beautiful eyes and gorgeous bed hair that was standing out in all different directions.
 

“You like it,” Neala ran her hand up his leg.
 

“I do, but not in front of our daughter.”

Neala laughed. “Aw, she wouldn’t know what the hell what was going on even if she noticed.”

“And let’s keep it that way, you little vixen.”

Liam flipped Neala so she was on her back and he was straddling her waist, which was tiny compared to his size.
 

“What do you think you’re doing, O’Leary?”

“Didn’t really have a goal in mind. I just like to look at my wife in the morning. You’re so gorgeous.”

“And you’re insane.”

Liam ran his hands up Neala’s shirt until he exposed her breasts. They were just the right size for him; she was perfect.
 

“You’re so hot.” Liam played with Neala’s nipple as he stared into her eyes. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Neala smiled. “That’s obvious.” She poked the tip of Liam’s dick that was protruding from his boxer briefs.
 

“Hey!” Liam said, as he backed away. “You can’t just go and poke at it. My little man is sensitive, you know.”

“Is that right?” Neala asked, as she stroked the outline of his cock.
 

Liam groaned and then covered Neala with his body. He buried his head in her hair and breathed in her sweet scent.
 

“We don’t have time, baby. Our granny is waiting for us out there.” Liam kissed along Neala’s jaw.
 

“She’s your granny, not mine. She’s my baby girl who can do no wrong.”

“Don’t let her know that. She already has us wrapped around her little pinky.”

Neala shifted under him so his crotch was pressed up right against hers, sending Liam into full-on alert. She smiled up at him, knowing the effect she was able to get from him.
 

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Let’s take a shower,” Neala said, while wiggling her eyebrows.
 

“Babe…”

Neal removed herself from the bed and yelled down the hallway. “We’re going to take a quick shower, baby girl. We’ll be out soon.”

“Ahhh, hurry on up, you hear?” Catherine shouted back.
 

Liam and Neala laughed to themselves at the maturity in their daughter’s voice.
 

Neala turned around and took her shirt off, leaving her in nothing but a pair of boy shorts. Shaking his head, Liam walked over to her and scooped her up in his arms.
 

“You’re about to be pounded in the shower.”

“Just what I wanted.” Neala slapped his ass as he carried her off to the shower.
 

***

“Ya brothers tell me the cabins are almost done. Isn’t that great?” Mary Margaret asked Fiona.
 

Fiona just shook her head yes, not having the energy to really talk, ever since Booker left. She hadn’t heard from him in a couple days and she refused to try to contact him, since he walked out on her; he was the one who left, so hell if she was going to go after him. She’d begged and pleaded with him in her apartment; he didn’t want anything to do with her.

“I can’t wait to show ya’re da when he wakes up. He’s goin’ to be so pleased.” Mary Margaret adjusted the rosary as she talked about the rebuild and how the guys had been working so hard and how they were God’s gift to the universe.
 

“Oh, and that Booker…he is just the dearest.”

Fiona’s head shot straight up at the mention of Booker’s name. She didn’t have the heart to tell her mom about their break-up, since her mom was practically in love with Booker herself; she just didn’t think it was a good enough time.
 

“What…uh, what did Booker do?” Fiona found her voice, but it was a little hoarse from all the crying in the past couple of days.
 

“Oh, please like ya don’t know. Finn was tellin’ me how he hasn’t put down a hammer since they started buildin’. He’s been takin’ control and makin’ sure everything is gettin’ done while Finn and Liam get their lives straight. He is such a good boy.”

Shock flowed through Fiona’s mind as she tried to put together what her mom was saying. Booker was still in town? Where was he staying? Why was he still helping out her family when he clearly wanted nothing to do with her? Fiona was so confused.
 

“Finn told me there was extra lumber so Booker took it and made a bench and put it on the property, but never said where, but isn’t that just the sweetest?”