An O'brien Family Christmas. Sherryl Woods
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thing to do. Sex wasn’t the answer, not this time. Sex between them might be mind-boggling, but it wouldn’t solve their problems. If he wanted her back in his life, he had to find another way.
“Understandable,” he said quietly. “You’re a woman who likes being in control.”
She gave him a startled look, as if she hadn’t expected him to get that. Then an even deeper sigh shuddered through her. “I’ve missed you,” she admitted. “I’ve hated not seeing you, not talking to you.”
“The lack of sex?” he inquired.
She gave him a wry look. “Yes, that, too, Matthew.”
“Well, if you came over here tonight for some kind of booty call, you’re out of luck,” he told her. “I don’t do that anymore.”
She regarded him with disbelief. “Since when?” “Since I grew up, matured, whatever you want to call it.” He grinned at her. “See, you’ve ruined me for other women. And, just so you know, I’m not sure I’m crazy about that, either.”
She sat in silence for a while, then regarded him with a helpless expression, or at least as helpless as a woman with her boatload of strength was ever likely to display. “What happens now, Matthew? I still think I was right to walk away. So many things happened. I lost so much. I already blamed you for that. I figured over time the resentment would only grow and destroy us. I figured it was better to cut our losses.”
Here was the opening he’d been waiting for. “Do you honestly want to know what I think?”
“Of course.”
“I think you panicked and ran because we’d moved way past your comfort zone. As long as you thought it was just about sex, you were fine, but then you threw away your job at the bank. That terrified you, because you’d never expected anything or anyone to matter more to you than that job. I obviously did, and it scared you.”
She blinked at his assessment, but she didn’t even try to deny it. “Have you been talking to Will? You sound way too much like a shrink.”
“Hey, I’ve been known to have an insight or two all on my own,” he protested. “But, yes, Will did share a few observations. So have Jess, Susie, Uncle Mick and just about everyone else in the family. We’ve been the talk of the entire O’Brien clan for a while now. Frankly, it’s getting a little tiresome. I wish my brother would go back to dating my brother-in-law’s ex-lover so they would focus on somebody else for a change.”
Momentarily distracted, Laila regarded him with shock. “You don’t really think Luke and Kristen belong together, do you? That’s just crazy.”
“Good grief, no. That’s what makes it so perfect. The family would be freaking out about it, and we’d be off the hot seat. We could figure things out without all that well-meaning interference.”
An oddly hopeful expression crossed her face. “Maybe then I could go to Ireland and wouldn’t feel as if we were under a microscope every second,” she said, then winced. “Sorry. Forget I said that. I can’t possibly go to Ireland. It would send entirely the wrong message.”
Despite her quick retraction, Matthew’s heart took an unexpected lurch at the mention of the family trip. He had no idea what had really brought her over here tonight, but he couldn’t blow this tiny opening with some careless remark.
“Why not? You’re as much a part of this family as anyone. Everyone would love for you to be there. Frankly, I’ve been taking a lot of heat because you decided against going. You’d be doing me a favor, not that you owe me anything,” he added quickly.
“Hardly,” she said, regarding him with amusement.
“I’m just saying you should go.” He hesitated, then admitted, “I already have your ticket, as a matter of fact.”
Her mouth gaped. “You bought a ticket for me?”
“Months ago,” he confirmed. “No refund, so it’ll just go to waste if you don’t change your mind. I know how much you hate throwing money away. It’s practically your obligation to go.”
“I could just pay you for the ticket, then use it some other time,” she countered, though there was an undeniable spark of excitement in her eyes.
“And pay all those charges for changing it? Not very frugal,” he chided.
“What about a hotel room? Did you think about that? I’m sure everything’s booked by now.”
“I booked a room for us, but I can bunk in with Luke, if you’d prefer that. It’s not a problem.”
“Really? You’d do that?”
“I told you I’m not just after your body. I’m willing to make a few sacrifices to prove that to you.”
She actually looked a little disappointed by that news. “You do still want me, though, right?”
Matthew couldn’t help it. He laughed. “You are a very contradictory woman.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“I could prove how much I still want you in half a second, Laila, but I’m not going to,” he said, his tone a whole lot more noble than the desire thrumming through him. “If we start over, and I’m sensing that might be a possibility here, then we’re going about it the right way this time. No more extremely hot, middle-of-the-night trysts.”
“You mean no sex?” She seemed a little shaken by that.
“No sex,” he confirmed, barely able to choke out the words.
“What’ll we do?” she asked, sounding bewildered.
“Now, that’s just downright insulting,” he said indignantly. “We’ve been known to have intellectually challenging conversations.”
“Sure, in bed,” she replied, then grinned. “But maybe we could compromise.”
He was fascinated by the suggestion. “Compromise how?” “We could talk first.”
Though Matthew laughed at her notion of compromise, he refused to back down. “Nope, I think we’ll do this my way. You’ll come to Ireland. I’ll share my brother’s room. And I’ll court you like the fascinating lady you are in full view of my family.”
“I’m not all that enamored with being a lady,” she complained. “That’s why being with you was such a refreshing change. You saw me in a completely different light, as an unpredictable woman who was impossible to resist. I liked that.”
“Oh, if you must know, you’re still plenty tough to resist, but I’m going to pull it off.” He looked her over with just enough heat in his gaze to make his point. “Those are the terms. Are you in or out?”
“Your grandmother says there’s no place quite like Ireland at Christmas,” she said wistfully.
“Is that a yes?”
She took a deep breath, met his gaze, held it for what felt like an eternity, then finally nodded. “Yes, I’ll go with you.”
Matthew resisted the desire to get up and do a little jig. There’d be plenty of opportunities for that once they got to Dublin.
Laila gave him a wry look. “You do know we just got manipulated by a master, don’t you?”
He regarded her blankly. “Who? How?”
“Your grandmother, of course. I didn’t see it at the time, but every word she said to me at Sally’s tonight was calculated to get me to race over here and confront you.” She shook her head. “I thought I was smarter than that.”
Matthew gave her a consoling look. “Don’t feel bad. We’ve all been taken in by Gram a time or two.”
This time, though, he was going to owe his grandmother big-time