she got a look at her door, her hand covered her mouth in shock.
Oh shit...He thought and started after her.
Fiona was on the front porch of her centuries old Victorian. This is was
her first house and despite some of the work it needed, she was very
proud of it. And now she stared at her front door, well what was left
of it. Most of it was on the front porch and in the entryway, while the
rest hung drunkenly from the hinges. Squaring her shoulders, she moved
to take a closer look. Concentrating, she was unaware of the footsteps
on the porch behind her.
"Miss Martin..."
Fiona jumped when he spoke. She was mentally trying to figure out how
she could get someone out here on a Saturday to replace the door. It
was supposed to be freezing this weekend.
"I am sorry Miss Martin; I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to
make sure you were okay?" Trevor wasn't sure what drove him to follow
her, but something in his gut made him want to make sure she wasn't too
upset.
"Well Mr. O'Leary. It was a little worse than I thought, but I don't
think it is entirely a lost cause. It is still early on Friday, so I
may be able to go to the hardware store to at least get some plywood to
cover the door. I may have to pay a little extra to get someone here on
a Saturday to install a door, but I suppose it can be done" Fiona was a
little worried about her bank account, but that wasn't his problem.
"I tell you what Miss Martin, why don't you call me Trevor? And now that
we have been introduced, I have some time tomorrow, I can come by and
install the door for you. After all, I did have a little to do with its
current state" He smiled sheepishly at her.
"Call me Fiona. And honestly Trevor, you don't have to. You were just
doing your job. I am sure that you don't offer repairs to everyone who
receives damage during an emergency." Fiona was secretly delighted he
had offered. He was incredibly handsome. He was tall as she noticed
before, with a muscled, athletic build. He had a neatly trimmed goatee
with little strands of red threaded through it. His hair was closely
cropped, but she could see the same red mixed with dark brown. He had a
cute smile that seemed to work its way up to his evergreen eyes.
"Well Fiona, let's work out a barter shall we? I come and fix your
door...and you can do something for me in return." Trevor couldn't help
but think of a few different ways she could repay him. After all, he
was a healthy red-blooded male. And he was still thinking about her
rear view.
"Well, I suppose that would work. How about I make you dinner? What
would you like?"
Trevor, still trying to keep his mind on the straight and narrow, tried
to think of a meal that would take a little while. He wasn't sure why,
but he really wanted to get to know Miss Fiona Martin.
"Well..I don't cook much for myself, so I keep my fare pretty simple.
Would lasagna be much trouble?"
"Lasagna? Not all at all. Are you sure lasagna is what you want?"
"Yes ma'am. Some garlic bread also?" Trevor's mouth was watering just
thinking about it. Besides his Mom's cooking, he hadn't had a
home-cooked meal in a long time. His last girlfriend said he should
just hire a private chef. She never offered to lift a finger in his
kitchen.
"Lasagna and garlic bread. I think I can handle that. Can I impose on
you for one more thing?" Fiona had absolutely no clue on how to buy a
door. She kind of felt like an idiot for asking. She blushed.
Damn, she was cute when she blushed. Trevor couldn't fathom what
she would be asking that would make her blush like that. He noticed she
had a light dusting of freckles over her nose and that her eyes were
now a lighter purple color.
"You are going to think I am a moron, but I have no idea what goes into
buying a door."
"No big deal Fiona" Trevor laughed. "If you would like, I can come by
earlier and take measurements and then I can go with you to get what
you need. That way I can make sure I have everything I need to
install."
"Oh Trevor, that would be great. Would 4pm be okay? I can serve dinner
at 6:30. Is two and half hours enough time?"
More than enough..but he wasn't telling her that.
"I think that should work. Listen Fiona, I need to get going. But here
is my cell phone number, just in case you need to cancel. Would you
mind if I get yours? If I have an emergency I wouldn't want you waiting
around." Trevor gave her his number and she in turn gave him hers. He
added to his phone and said a quick goodbye. As he ran to the truck, he
turned and gave her a wave. Fiona smiled and waved back.
Trevor got on the truck and got an earful from the guys. Trevor was one
of the last guys in his company that was single and they were always
trying to hook him up. Most of the women were firefighter groupies,
their fantasies were to get a fireman in the sack. He had taken
advantage of that a few times, but now at 30; he was looking for
something a little more serious. As they pulled back into the station,
they unloaded the truck and went to the locker room to change. His
friend Bart had the locker beside him and decided to get more info on
his conversation with Fiona.
"So Trev..What's going on with you and the woman? I don't think I have
ever seen you spend so much time talking to someone who had a false
alarm. Was she pissed about the door?" Bart pulled his shirt over his
head and bent to tie his shoes.
"Actually, she seemed okay considering. I offered to fix it for her
tomorrow." Trevor put his watch on and added his wallet to his back
pocket.
"No shit! Man she was cute, a little too short for me...but she had nice
assets" Bart wiggled his eyebrows at Trevor.
"Hey knock it off. You are right, she is cute..but it is something
else..." Trevor trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.
"Listen man, Vicki did a number on you. If something about this woman
makes you want to see her again...go for it. You haven't had a
relationship in a long time; all you can do is take the chance. I gotta
jet man...hopefully I don't see you tomorrow." Bart slammed his locker
and headed out of the station. Trevor knew what he meant. If he saw him
tomorrow, that meant they were on another emergency.
Trevor left the station a few minutes after Bart. As he walked to his
truck, he was hoping he wasn't making a mistake with Fiona. His last
serious relationship ended badly...so badly that Trevor hadn't dated
seriously in almost a year. As he threw his stuff in the lockbox in the
bed of the truck, he slid behind the driver's seat and finally took a
minute to stretch. He had been on the go since 6am and the coffee had
worn off a long time ago. He was a little depressed thinking about
going to his big empty house and ordering a pizza to eat alone. Since
it was Friday night, most of his friends had plans. Sighing, Trevor
started the truck and headed for The Harp.
Fiona left the hardware store wrestling with a giant sheet of plywood.
The owner offered to strap it to the top of the car, since she hadn't
come prepared with anything to tie it down. He also made sure that she
had a hammer and nails. She assured him she did and politely thanked
him for his help. Fiona wasn't sure, but he could have been flirting
with her. But then she decided he was just being helpful. Men really
didn't flirt with Fiona. They either thought she was too short, not
pretty enough..any number of reasons really. Her last boyfriend Danny
had left her for his assistant. Fiona had met her once. Her name was
Tricia and the spiteful part of Fiona wondered if she was even old
enough to drink. Tricia was 5'10 with long blonde hair and a tan. She
was wearing a short skirt and practically see-through top. She looked
at Fiona like she was a vagrant off the street. Fiona should have known
then, but she fancied herself in love with Danny, so she ignored the
signs. Now here she was, single for over a year with a giant hole in
her house. She made it all the way home with the plywood still on the
roof. She did her best to lug it up the porch, glad she had changed
into jeans and sneakers before her trip to the hardware store. Heels
weren't ideal for home improvement. She managed to nail the plywood to
the doorframe with no splinters and minimal amount of damage to
herself, save the bruised thumb from missing the nail once or twice.
Proud of herself, she decided to celebrate by going to one of her
favorite places for a drink. Checking to make sure she looked somewhat
presentable, she grabbed her purse and coat and went through the garage
to the car. As she climbed in, she glanced up at her door and thought
about Trevor. She needed to go to the grocery store tomorrow morning
for the ingredients for lasagna. She made a mental note to pick up a
bottle of wine. Sticking her bruised thumb in her mouth, she headed for
The Harp.
Trevor pulled open the doors to his home away from home. Trevor wasn't a
barfly, nor did he indulge in alcohol too often but when your parents
own a pub and worked really hard to make it a successful business you
end up spending a lot of time helping clear glasses and clean tables.
His parents didn't have to worry about money now, but they still worked
as hard as ever. He wasn't surprised to see them both behind the bar
this evening. He could hear his Dad's Irish brogue over the small band
playing in the corner. His Dad and Ma emigrated from Ireland as newly
married teenagers and despite decades in the US, still spoke with an
accent and used Gaelic more than English. He and his brothers actually
became relatively fluent because when at home it was all Ma would use
to talk to his Dad. Trevor was barely five feet in the door when he
knew his Ma had spotted him.
"Mo chuisle..come sit down right here. You look exhausted."
Before he could even say anything, she was building him a Guinness.
When she put it down in front of him, she patted his hand.
"Aye Mathair..it's been a long day. It looks pretty busy in here.
Do you need me to jump behind the bar?" Trevor sipped his Guinness.
"You will do no such thing. You just sit and relax. Do you want me to
send your Athair down here?" Mary knew something was wrong with
her youngest. Maybe his father could get it out of him.
"Sure, I need to ask Dad a favor anyway. Thanks Ma." Trevor continued to
sip his Guinness and look around the bar checking out the clientele.
The Harp was pretty popular, but on this Friday it almost seemed full
to bursting with people. He felt guilty about not helping. As soon as
he was done talking to his Dad, he would go behind the bar and help.
"Mo mahc your Ma said you need to ask me a favor?" Michael wiped
the bar in front of his youngest son.
"Hey Dad. Business looks good. Yes, I need a favor. Can I borrow your
tool bag? I am helping someone out tomorrow and I don't think I have
everything I need."
"Aye, it is in the office. Help yourself. You finally have yourself a
Saturday off and you are going to help someone out?" Michael wasn't
surprised. His sons, all of his sons actually, are that kind of people.
"Ya. We did some damage to a woman's door today at a false alarm. I
offered to help fix it." Trevor finished the rest of Guinness and took
his glass behind the bar.
"Well, that's nice of you son. A woman eh? No sweetheart around to help
her out with things like that?" Mike took his glasses and put it in the
sink.
"Come to think of it, I didn't think to ask. She didn't mention one...oh
man. What did I get myself into?" Trevor took an order from a customer
at the bar and proceeded to make a whiskey sour. He couldn't believe
it. He just assumed she was unattached.
"Well son, one would have to assume she doesn't have a sweetheart. If
she did, she wouldn't have taken you up on your offer."
"You don't know women Dad. But I guess I won't find out until tomorrow."
Trevor got busy behind the bar, wondering if he made a huge mistake.
Fiona walked into The Harp and searched the floor for a table. As luck
would have it, a couple vacated a small table by the fireplace. It was
busy, so it took a minute for the waitress to come to her table. She
was extremely pleasant, all the wait staff here was. She took Fiona's
order for a cider and told her she would be right back. Fiona turned
and hung her jacket on the back of the chair. She loved it here. It had
such an authentic feel. It made her forget that she had such an awful
day. The false alarm wasn't the only thing that had messed up her
Friday. Her catering company had been outbid for a huge wedding and she
spent all day trying to figure out why. She sent out feelers, but
hadn't gotten any concrete info. The thing that burned her the most was
she had lost out to one of those corporate caterers. Her operation was
smaller, but she had the best chefs on staff. All were Cordon Bleu
trained, Fiona included. The only highlights of her day were meeting
Trevor and of course fixing the door herself. She studied her bruised
thumb as she waited for her cider.
Trevor had taken care of his end of the bar, so he started helping his
Ma fill table orders. Susie, one of the waitresses came to the service
end and ordered a cider for one of her tables. His Ma moved to pour the
drink, when he overheard her talking to his Ma about the customer. She
said she had never seen a lady with those colored eyes before. Trevor's
head snapped up. He scanned the bar and spotted Fiona at the small
table by the fireplace. She was studying her thumb and had absolutely
no idea that he was here. He went to the end of the bar and asked Susie
if he could bring out her order for her. She winked at him and said
yes, as long as she got to keep the tip. He grabbed the cider and
headed over toward Fiona, knowing his Ma and Susie were staring holes
in his back.
"That looks like it hurts.."
"It does...Trevor! What are you doing here?" Fiona smiled at him,
genuine shock lighting up her face.
"Well, my parents own The Harp so when I don't feel like going home, I
come here to help." He set her cider down on the table and gestured to
the seat across from her.
"Oh please sit down. Your parents own this place? I love it here. It's
so homey and comfortable. I stop here for a cider every once in a
while."
"Well I will have to tell them you said so. So what happened to your
thumb?" He took her hand in his and looked it over, noticing a large
bruise on the side.
Fiona was trying to form words. She was usually pretty articulate, but
Trevor rubbing her hand made her brain vacant. She was sending little
shocks up her arm.
"I caught myself with the hammer fixing the door!" She boasted her
accomplishment proudly.
Trevor couldn't help but laugh at the gleam of pride in those lovely
purple eyes. She looked a lot different than when he saw her this
afternoon. Her auburn curls were now in a ponytail and she was wearing
a grey sweatshirt and jeans. She looked even younger dressed like that.
"You know what makes boo-boos all better Fiona?"
"A Band-Aid?" She laughed.
"No. You kiss them." He bent his head and gently kissed the bruise on
her thumb. Fiona damn near jumped out of her seat. Her heart was
pounding and she was pretty sure she figured out what it meant to
"swoon".
"Well, I can feel it getting better already. Thank you very much." Fiona
took a long swallow of her cider to try to calm her nerves.
"I do what I can. So Fiona, tell me something. Why isn't there a man in
your life to kiss your hurts..or at least help you from getting them?"
Trevor knew he was fishing, but he needed an answer.
"I haven't been in a relationship for a while. I just don't seem to find
a man who is looking for something long term. Plus, I am not a beauty
and far from graceful so I don't have a lot a man is looking for"
"That's bullshit. You are obviously looking at the wrong men. I am sure
that you have all the qualities that the right man is looking for. As
for beauty, I think you are stunning." Trevor continued to rub her hand
and Fiona almost sighed in pleasure.
"I suppose I just have to find that right man. What about you Trevor?
There isn't a supermodel at home waiting for you?"
"Not hardly. One, I am not the supermodel type. I enjoy eating and women
who eat. Two, I also have been unfortunate enough to make really crappy
choices. Now, I am being more selective with whom I share my life."
Trevor couldn't stop rubbing her hand. It was so small; it was nearly
swallowed by his huge hand. He liked the way it fit.
"You know, we are being stared at." Fiona nodded to the bar. The two
women, one older and the other Fiona's waitress had been looking at
their table since Trevor had sat down.
"That would be my Ma..and Susie. I am sure my Dad will be staring soon
too. Sorry about that"
"It's okay. Could I meet them? I would like to tell them how much I love
it here." Oh lord what was she doing? "Of course you can. It
might stop them from staring. Come on.." Trevor grabbed her hand and
led her to the bar. He brought her to the end, where now his Dad, Mom
and Susie had gathered.
"Ma, Dad, Susie this is Fiona. Fiona, this is my ma Mary, my dad Michael
and Susie."
"It's a real pleasure to meet you all. I just wanted to tell you how
much I love it here. It's one of my favorite places to just sit and
people watch..and of course enjoy a cider." Fiona smiled. Trevor looked
a bit like both his mother and father. His dad was a big man; he had
the build of a man who knew a hard day's work. His blue eyes sparkled
as he shook her hand. His mother had a lovely shock of red of hair
threaded with silver. She couldn't have been much taller than 5' 5''
and had the same color eyes as Trevor. She shook Fiona's hand warmly
and gestured for Fiona to take the empty bar stool.
"Hello lass. It's a pleasure to meet you. I wondered how long mo
mahc was going to keep you trapped at the table" Fiona smiled at
her accent and her look of affection for her son.
"I wouldn't say I was trapped. Besides, I couldn't pass up the chance to
let you know how much I liked it here. "
"We are glad to hear it lass. Would you like another cider?" Mary moved
to pour her another.
"No thank you Mrs. O'Leary. I should get going. Your son very nicely
volunteered to help me replace my door and I promised to make him
dinner in return. I need to get to the grocery store early tomorrow to
get what I need. Again, it has been a pleasure to meet you. Trevor, I
will see you tomorrow. Have a good night everyone." Fiona slid from the
stool and returned to her table. After leaving a few bills for her
cider and tip, she put on her jacket and headed for the door. As she
opened the door, she turned to wave to them and walked into the night.
Trevor went back behind the bar. As he rounded the corner, his father
approached him.
"So, that is the lady with the door eh? In all that talking, did you
find out if she had a sweetheart?"
"She doesn't. What do you think Dad?"
"Ahh mo chuisle, I like her. I have a feeling about that one. You
make sure you tell your Ma and me how your dinner is tomorrow. What is
she making you?"
"I asked for lasagna. I am not sure how I finagled it, but I got her to
agree. There is something about her Dad. She told me she doesn't think
she is pretty. I am not sure how she got that idea...looking at her
makes my gut twist."
"Aye son, I felt the same way about my Mary the first time I saw her.
She made all thoughts rush out of my head. That's how I knew she was
meant to be mine. You will see. I know it wasn't so with that awful
Vicki, but you keep an eye out. You will know the feeling when it
comes. Now head on home, seems like you have a big day ahead of you."
Michael gently pushed his son toward the back office.
"Thanks Dad. I will return the tools on Sunday."
"Take your time. Is tu mo ghra Trevor."
"I love you too Dad." Trevor headed to the back to get the tools and
took off for home. He pulled up to the big, empty house and was too
tired to think about it. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the
pillow.
Fiona woke early. After showering and dressing she grabbed her list and
headed for the store. She had most of the regular pantry staples and
homemade sauce already in the fridge. After picking up a pound of spicy
sausage, ground beef, lasagna sheets and fresh mozzarella she headed
for the bakery for a loaf of bread. She also decided to whip up a
dessert to go along with dinner. Fiona loved to cook and she didn't do
enough of it now since she had to run the business. After wandering the
store, she decided on a rocky road cheesecake. After making sure she
had all the ingredients she needed, she headed to the liquor store.
Selecting a bottle of wine that paired well with the lasagna, she was
ready to head home. She wanted to get some prep work done, so all she
had to do was build the lasagna and put it in the oven. Plus, she
wanted to change before Trevor came over.
Trevor spent the morning cleaning his house. He hadn't spent much time
here lately, so his housework had been neglected. Plus, he really
needed something to keep his mind off Fiona. Trevor had replayed what
his Dad said over and over in is head. Did it really happen like that?
Could you really know this quickly? Even after dating Vicki for a
while, he never got the "spend my life with you feeling". Trevor
ultimately wanted to get married, have a family to share this big house
with. He was used to being surrounded by people. With five brothers,
you couldn't ever be alone. And right now, he felt really alone.
Fiona brought her groceries into the house through the garage. She put
away everything and got right to work. Deciding to start with the
cheesecake, she made the graham cracker crust first. She then moved
onto the filling, adding chocolate pieces, peanuts and marshmallows to
the smooth cream cheese filling. After setting the spring form pan in a
water bath in the oven she started on the lasagna. Fiona sautéed the
ground beef with the sausage. Setting aside that mixture, she checked
the boiling lasagna sheets. Satisfied they would be done soon, she set
about slicing the mozzarella. Draining the lasagna sheets right before
they were al dente, she started layering her lasagna. Complete, she
wrapped the pan in foil and put it in the fridge. Checking on the
cheesecake, she noted that it was after 2pm already. Before she could
change, she needed to make the garlic butter for the bread. Quickly
mixing the butter, she left it out on the counter to stay soft. She
really needed to go upstairs and change, even though she had no idea
what to wear.
Trevor couldn't wait any longer. You could eat off his floors and all of
his DVDs were arranged alphabetically. He ran upstairs to catch a quick
shower. Wrapped in a towel, he headed to his closet and threw on a pair
of boxer briefs, jeans and dark green sweater. He grabbed his jacket
and keys and jumped into the truck. It was just shy of 3pm. He decided
to stop for some flowers. He knew it might be cheesy, but his Ma would
kill him if he showed up empty handed. Deciding on a bunch of bright
sunflowers, he found himself pulling into her driveway a half hour
early.
Fiona had just finished getting dressed when she heard him in the drive.
He was early! She was dressed, but had yet to do her hair. After
throwing on jeans and a light blue sweater, she had thrown some product
in her hair and was waiting for it to dry a little before pulling it
back. No time for that now...she threw on socks and her black heeled
boots and bolted down the stairs. She was just entering the kitchen
when she heard a knock at the door that lead to the garage.
Fiona dashed for the door and opened it, a little breathless from her
sprint down the stairs. He stood there, looking gorgeous in a green
sweater holding a bunch of her favorite flower.
"Hi. I am sorry..I am early." Trevor gave her that sheepish smile.
"It's okay. Are those for me? They are my favorite" She ushered him into
the kitchen.
"Of course they...oh god, what is that smell?" Trevor looked around the
kitchen to try to identify the source.
"That would be dessert, and it is actually ready to come out. You can
set those on the counter if you would like." Fiona moved to the stove
to remove the cheesecake. Trevor came up behind her, admiring her rear
as she bent over.
"Fiona. Is that cheesecake??" Trevor could have cried.
"Yes it is. Rocky road cheesecake. Do you like cheesecake?"
"Oh god yes. I have a terrible sweet tooth. I have to hit the gym 4 days
a week because of it. What is in a rocky road cheesecake?"
"Peanuts, chocolate pieces and marshmallows."
"Oh my. That will be worth and extra trip to the gym." Now that he she
was standing in front of him, he got to take a look at her. She looked
so cute in her jeans and sweater, but he was truly bowled over by her
hair. The curls traveled down her back and almost past her waist. He
could see little gold highlights mixed in the auburn. He must have been
staring, because she started blushing.
"I didn't get the chance to put it up" Fiona reached up to pat her wild
curls.
"Please don't. It is incredibly beautiful. I really like it down."
"Thank you. So, are we off to buy a door?" Fiona made sure the stove was
off and the cheesecake was cooling properly.
"Yes ma'am. Shall we go? We can take my truck"
"Let me get my jacket and purse. They are in the hall closet." Fiona
left the kitchen and returned shortly with her things.
"You have a really nice kitchen. Do you like to cook?" Trevor had
noticed the gourmet appliances.
"I should hope so. I own a catering business!" She laughed and shrugged
into her coat.
"You do? That must be great. I can't cook for anything, but it must be
nice to have your own business doing something you enjoy."
"I do enjoy it. And yes it is nice. And everyone can cook something..you
just have to try." She led him through the garage and locked the door
behind her. He opened the passenger door to the truck and helped her
climb inside. He went around and got into the driver's side.
"I think I may be a lost cause in the kitchen. But I will get your door
installed." He grinned at her and pulled out of the drive heading to
the hardware store. They chatted on the way to the hardware store.
Fiona told him how she got into the catering business, Trevor told her
about how he became a firefighter. She learned he had five brothers,
all married with numerous children. He learned she was an only child
and that her parents were both deceased. As Trevor pulled into the
hardware store, he couldn't imagine not having his parents or his
brothers. Holidays were hectic, but always full of love. He felt a bit
sad for Fiona. He parked the truck and moved to go open her door.
Before she could jump down, he wrapped his hands gently around her
waist and placed her on the ground.
"Thank you. Now you can see why I drive such a small car. If I had to
climb in and jump out, I would surely embarass myself."
"I have to say, that would be a funny sight." Trevor shut the door and
fell into step next to her as she walked to the hardware store.
"I imagine it would. The hardware store owner is going to start
considering me a regular. I was just here last night before I went to
The Harp."
"About that...I hope it was uncomfortable meeting my parents. After all,
we had only just met ourselves." Trevor reached for the door to the
store, allowing her to pass through it before him. It also gave him an
opportunity to catch a whiff of her fruity fragrance. It was subtle,
yet sexy.
"They are delightful people. So obviously in love still. How long have
they been married?"
"Their 40 year wedding anniversary is coming up actually. The end of
February."
"40 years! I couldn't imagine...well I suppose with the right person I
could. And they are obviously meant to be with each other. So, what
exactly are we looking for...door-wise?" Fiona stopped in front of an
aisle display with assorted doors and windows.
"Well I imagine that you were fine with the door you had. So let's find
something similar to that. Maybe we can even get something with a
screen door for those balmy Boston nights" He chuckled at her as he
examined the sizes. He had measured before he came to the door earlier.
Fiona studied the doors and gasped in delight when one of them caught
her eye. It was a regular door, but the screen door that came with it
was made with beautiful iron scrollwork. It was beautiful, almost
antique looking. And after looking at the price, she decided that it
just wasn't for her.
Trevor heard her gasp. He looked over and noticed she had her eye on a
door. He leaned over her shoulder to check the specs. It was just the
right size.
"So I assume we can load this up?" Trevor reached to heft the door.
"No. I don't think so. I am just not sure about it. I think I want
something simpler." Fiona did her best to cover her lie. This door was
absolutely not in her budget right now. "How about this one?" Fiona
pointed to a simpler one with a plain screen door.
Trevor wasn't stupid. She wanted the other door. At first he didn't
understand why, and then he noticed the substantial price difference.
The antique door was almost two hundred dollars more than the less
decorative one. He couldn't assume to know about her financial
situation, but it seemed that she opting for cheaper because she had
to.
"Fiona, if you want the other one you should get it. It is really
nice..for a door"
"No Trevor, this one will be fine. Can you get it, or do I need to get
some help?
"No, I think I got it. Are you sure?" Trevor knew he was pressing, but
he was trying to get more information.
"I am sure. I have a budget I have to stick to and this one fits in the
budget just fine."
"Fiona, I can lend..." She cut him off before he could finish.
"Absolutely not Trevor. Don't even suggest it. Now, let's get this door
to the check-out" Trevor knew that he went too far when her voice
turned icy.
"Listen Fiona, I am sorry. I think I overstepped by offering. It's your
decision and you decided, so let's get this door paid for and get it
back to the house" Trevor hefted the door to the checkout, Fiona
trailing behind him.
Trevor leaned the door against the check-out stand. It almost totally
blocked him from the view of the man behind the counter. He noticed him
looking at Fiona while she was fishing for her wallet and Trevor felt a
slight tug of jealousy. He was checking her out.
"Will that be all?" The man leaned over to scan the tag attached to the
door.
"Yes sir. That will be it. Thank you." Fiona handed over her debit card.
"Do you have all the things that you need to install it miss? If you
would like, I could offer you some assistance." Before Fiona could
answer, Trevor stepped from behind the door.
"It's nice of you to offer, but I think she has all the help she needs.
If this is all set, I am going to get it out to the truck. I will see
you out there Fiona." Trevor lifted the door and headed outside.
The man behind the counter finished the transaction and handed her the
receipt. He said if he had any issues at all to let him know and he
would personally handle them for her. He then gave her a business card
with the store name in big letters. Underneath his name "Jim Smith" was
a telephone number. She thanked him and started for the exit. Trevor
had loaded the door and was waiting for her by the passenger side. He
opened the door and gave her a lift into the seat.
Climbing inside, Trevor started the truck and headed for Fiona's house.
He noticed she was carrying a card in her hand.
"So did Jim give you his number?" Trevor drove through the neighborhood,
turning onto Fiona's street.
"Yes he did. Do you know him?"
"Yep. We went to high school together. His grandparents own that
hardware store. I suppose they willed it to him."
"He seemed like a nice guy. Didn't seem to like you much....or did I
read that exchange wrong?" Fiona slipped the card into her purse.
"No, you saw it right. He doesn't like me much at all. My ex dated him
before me. If you ask me I did the guy a favor. You know he was hitting
on you right?" Trevor turned into her driveway.
"I hardly think so. He was just being nice."
"Nice, pfft. He was hitting on you Fiona." Trevor couldn't figure out
why this was bothering him so much.
"Trevor, I think you are seeing things. But it's quite flattering that
you think it's possible, so thanks. Do you need help with the door? If
not, I am going to run in and put the lasagna in the oven."
"No, I am all set. Go ahead. I have my tools in the lockbox, so I will
get started." Trevor got out of the truck and got what he needed. Fiona
headed in to prepare dinner.
Trevor removed the plywood from the door and got started installing the
new door. He kept thinking about why Fiona thought that Jim wasn't
hitting on her. It was pretty obvious to Trevor, but maybe it wasn't so
apparent to Fiona. That put him in a spot. If he wanted to pursue
something with Fiona, he was going to have to make his interest obvious
to break through her wall. Was all of that worth it? Trevor continued
to work on the door when he heard Fiona approached behind him.
"How is it going? Can I help in some way?"
"Actually, I am almost done. Is that the lasagna I smell?" Trevor's
stomach came close to actually grumbling.
"Yes it is. I just put the bread in the oven. It should be another
twenty minutes. Would you like something to drink?"
"Sure. A glass of wine would be great. I just need to install the
screen, and we should be done." Trevor got back to work and Fiona
returned to the kitchen. She was setting the island when he walked into
the kitchen.
He couldn't stop himself from thinking about how domestic the situation
was. He briefly imagined himself walking in after a long day and
sharing a meal with his wife, talking about their day over a
home-cooked meal. After they ate, he could imagine there would be some
cuddling on the couch, watching a movie and then retiring to the
bedroom. Trevor was brought back from his daydream by Fiona handing him
a glass of wine.
"Here you are. Thank you so much again for the door. I hope the lasagna
is a good payment for all of your help." Fiona motioned to one of the
empty chairs at the island. Trevor sat down and was greeted by the
overwhelming smell of garlic and cheesy lasagna. He almost drooled.
"Fiona, this looks fantastic. I will fix anything you need around this
house if I can get a payment like this!" Trevor snagged a piece of
bread from the platter and sighed with pleasure at the pungent garlicky
taste. Fiona took his plate and cut him a large chunk of lasagna. She
added another piece of bread to his plate and placed it in front of
him. She cut herself a smaller piece and grabbed a piece of bread.
Before she even sat down, he dug in. "Oh wow. This is incredible."
Trevor had never tasted lasagna that was so good. He totally got the
better end of the bargain.
Fiona laughed. "I am so glad you like it. I hardly ever get to see
people's reactions when they eat my food, so it is nice to see someone
enjoying it so much. Would you like another piece?"
"I would love to, but I want to save room for dessert. I have been
thinking about that cheesecake since you pulled it out of the oven."
"Well then, let me cut you a piece." Fiona pushed aside her plate and
moved to the opposite counter to cut the cheesecake. She put a hefty
slice on a small plate, along with a dollop of fresh whipped cream and
some chocolate sauce. She put the plate in front of him and smiled
again at his look of pleasure. She handed him a fork, and watched him
dig in.
"You aren't going to have any?" Trevor was surprised he could formulate
a sentence. The cheesecake was light and fluffy and definitely was
satisfying his sweet tooth.
"I try to avoid desserts. You know, a moment on the lips..."
"Fiona, if dessert makes your body look like that, I have to insist that
you have some of mine." Forking a bite of cheesecake, he held the piece
to her lips. Fiona blushed and wrapped her lips around the fork. Trevor
felt all of the blood in his body head south. She had the sexiest
mouth, full lips that were a natural blush color. He was having
difficulty fighting a raging erection.
"Thank you for the compliment. Enjoy the rest of your dessert. I am
going to clean up a bit." Fiona moved to wrap the lasagna so Trevor
could take it home. She also removed the cheesecake from the pan and
slid it into a box. Trevor watched her work as he finished her dessert.
It was cute how she had to stand on her toes to reach things. He also
admired how it caused her jeans to tighten against her rear and her
breasts to press against her sweater.
"So Trevor, tell me a little more about you." Fiona returned to the
island and sat in the stool across from him.
"What would you like to know?" Trevor finished the last of his dessert
and moved to put the plate in the sink.
"Well, are you from here? Did you go to school and for what? What is
your family like...this is starting to sound like an interview isn't
it? Sorry." Fiona sipped her wine.
"No, it's okay. I am from Boston, born and raised. I did go to school
out of state. Texas A&M. I majored in fire technology. I wanted to
become an arson investigator. I know that one of the guys here was
going to retire in a few years, so I decided to come back home and join
the fire company. I figure I will throw my hat in the ring when he
finally does retire. As for family, you met my Ma and Dad. I have five
older brothers. John is forty and is married to his high school
sweetheart Melanie. They have two daughters, Isabelle and Siobhan. Paul
is thirty-eight and his wife is Daniella. They have a son, Paul Jr.
Next is Graham. He and Paul are twins. His is married to Natalie. They
have a son and a daughter, Marybelle and Michael. James is thirty-six
and his wife is Michelle. They also have a son and daughter, Nadia and
Jake. And lastly is Justin and he is thirty-three. His wife Jennifer is
expecting their first child in the summer. My Ma insists Jenny is
having twins. And that's the lot of them." Trevor had returned to his
seat and finished his wine.
"Wow. Holidays must be quite chaotic. Do you get to spend them all
together?" Fiona was amazed at the size of his family and how he kept
them all straight.
"We are all pretty lucky in that respect. John and Mel live in
Connecticut. They are doctors in their own private practice. Paul and
Daniella are travel agents and they live in New York City. Paul and
Graham run a construction business in upper Massachusetts. James is a
veterinarian and Michelle is an interior decorator. Justin is a private
investigator right here in Boston. He wife used to work with him, but
he insisted that she start working more from home when she got
pregnant. She had lost a baby previously, so they are being a little
more careful." Trevor's face had a sweeping look of sadness when he
thought about how Justin and Jenny had lost their baby. The whole
family moved in to support them and while it was a difficult time,
Jenny had proved to be a trooper.
"Trevor, you sound like you have a wonderful family. It must be nice to
be surrounded by all of those people when you need them. I am sorry to
hear about your sister-in-law. I am truly glad that they have gotten a
second chance. Would you like to go into the living room for a little
while?" Fiona grabbed her glass and motioned toward the cozy living
room off the kitchen.
"I would love to. Thanks" Trevor followed her into the living room. It
was simply decorated. A large comfortable sectional dominated most of
the room. The coffee table contained assorted paperbacks, cookbooks and
food magazines. Fiona took a seat toward the end of the couch. Trevor,
wanting to be close to her, took the cushion right next to her. Fiona
was very aware of how close he was, and took another sip of her wine to
calm her nerves.
"So Fiona, I think that would make it your turn. Tell me about you." He
made her feel really comfortable, so she did. She told him that she
went to La Cordon Bleu and came to Boston to be an executive chef in a
restaurant. She was originally from Rhode Island. After being a chef
for a while, she offered to help cater a friend's wedding. She got rave
reviews and it kind of spun off from there. She now was the majority
owner Premier Catering. Trevor could tell by how animated she was that
she really loved her job. Trevor enjoyed listening to her. Her voice
was soft and smooth. She had a great laugh.
"So Fiona, I have been dying to ask. Are you wearing contacts or are
your eyes really that color?"
Fiona laughed. "No, these are all mine. I am a genetic anomaly I
suppose. They have a tendency to change color, but most time they are a
shade of purple. I get asked that a lot."
"I am not surprised. It is very unusual. So, are there any other
interview questions?" Trevor teased her.
"I think I will save them for another time."
"Will there be another time Fiona?" Trevor asked her, his tone moving
toward serious.
"I don't know Trevor. Will there be another time? I suppose that is up
to you." Fiona hoped she wasn't making a fool of herself.
"Fiona, if it was up to me this would be the first of many times. Why
don't you think about that? I am going to get going. Thank you so much
for dinner." Trevor moved off the sofa and headed to get his jacket.
"Wait!" Fiona called. "I have stuff for you to take home." Fiona reached
into the fridge and pulled out the lasagna and the cheesecake.
"Fiona I can't take this. You keep them. After all, I already got one of
the best meals I have ever eaten for free."
"Trevor, go ahead and take them. Bring them to the firehouse and share.
They will go to waste here." She handed him the foil covered pan. As
she went to add the box to it, he grabbed her hand and gently pulled
her toward him. Bending to accommodate their height difference, he
kissed her gently on the lips. Nibbling on her full upper lip, a sigh
escaped her and it allowed him to gently slide his tongue into her
mouth. Gently rubbing her tongue with his, he pressed his lips fully
onto hers, sinking into the kiss.
Fiona felt like she was sliding into an abyss. One strong arm around her
waist and those lips on hers, she couldn't help but sigh with pleasure.
Then, when he deepened the kiss, she could feel the tingle in her lower
body. When he pulled away, she didn't realize how much she had leaned
into him until she practically had to catch herself from falling
forward.
It had been a long time since he had such a physical reaction to a kiss.
Fiona's soft curves pressed against the hard planes of his body and
despite their height difference she fit him perfectly. When he broke
the kiss, he immediately missed the contact.
"Thank you for dinner Fiona. I will call you tomorrow." He bent to kiss
her again briefly and she followed him out. He gave her key to the new
door and told her to lock up. Wishing her another good night he headed
for the truck. After securing his leftovers, he got in and turned the
key. Waving to her, he left the driveway and headed home. Fiona stood
on the porch until his taillights disappeared. Sighing, she went to the
kitchen to clean up the remainder of dinner. Deciding she wouldn't be
able to concentrate on the television, she thought a hot bath was in
order. Fiona started the bath and moved to undress. She wasn't
surprised that her face was flushed. She was both embarrassed and
aroused. Hopefully the bath would take her mind off of Trevor. Fat
chance she thought as she slid into the bubbles.
Trevor knew in his gut that it would take some work, but he had to prove
to Fiona that they should give each other a chance. That kiss almost
knocked him off his feet. The sigh and the little whimper she made had
set his libido on overdrive. It was going to be tough, but he was
positive that she was meant for him. He had a plan. And he was going to
start tomorrow.
Fiona woke on Sunday morning with absolutely nothing to do for once. Her
bath had relaxed her and she had slept dreamlessly through the night.
After showering and dressing in jeans and dark green thermal shirt, she
decided to work on some recipes. Settling on the couch with a notebook
and pencil, she had ten pretty good ideas worked out before lunch time.
Her stomach let her know that the coffee she had for breakfast was no
longer going to cut it and decided to get started on lunch. She had
roasted a chicken Thursday night, so she decided to make chicken salad
from the leftovers. As she set out what she needed, she heard her cell
phone ringing in the other room. It couldn't be him. In her experience,
tomorrow in guy time meant three days or even never. Her heart raced a
little as she moved to pick up the phone. It was him.
"Hello there." His voice made her already racing heart skip a beat.
"Hello yourself. How are you?" Fiona tried to make her voice seem calm.
Her mind on the other hand, went right to thinking about that kiss.
"I am good, but I am in a little bit of a bind. I was hoping you could
help me."
"Of course! What do you need?"
"Well, I am technically on duty today. We haven't had any emergencies
and since I live so close, I don't have to hang out at the station.
But, I am on KP duty today and it is my turn to make lunch/dinner. I
usually spring for pizza, but I thought it would be nice to whip up
something for the guys. Since I am a culinary idiot, I was hoping you
could help me out?" Trevor knew it was low, but he had to do what he
had to do to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was to see Fiona
again.
"I would love to! I have experience cooking for a crowd. What did you
have in mind?" Fiona happily agreed. It would give her an excuse to see
him again.
"I thought I would defer to you. It is fifteen guys with pretty big
appetites. And they will eat just about anything, and trust me..they
have. What would you make?"
"Chili." Fiona answered immediately.
"Chili would be perfect! We could make a whole bunch so everyone got
some." Trevor couldn't believe how well this was working out.
"I could also bake some cornbread. We would need to go to the store to
pick up a few things, but I think we could pull off a late lunch. Would
you like me to meet you at the store?" Fiona was already mentally
compiling a grocery list.
"If you wouldn't mind, how about you come pick me up?" Fiona agreed and
he gave her directions to his house. Fiona said she would be there in
ten minutes. After making sure she grabbed her cast iron skillet and
large stockpot, she grabbed her jacket and purse and headed for the
door. Driving to Trevor's house, she was sure she had made a mistake.
The houses in this neighborhood were also Victorians. But the
difference between these houses and her house were the prices. The
homes in this neighborhood started at $400,000 and went up from there.
But she had the address right, and turned into the circular drive.
Trevor's house was incredible. It had a huge wraparound porch, three
car garage and a wide expanse of lawn. It even had a small cupola on
the right side of the house. He must have been looking out for her,
because he bounded out of the house and got into the car. Leaning over,
he kissed her gently on the lips.
"Hi. Thanks for coming to get me." Trevor buckled himself in and
indicated he was ready to go.
"Um. This is your house?" Fiona couldn't believe he lived here.
"Yes, this is it." Trevor took a deep breath. This was always the test.
The money test.
"This place is just beautiful. I can only imagine what it looks like
inside."
"You don't have to imagine. When we are done, if you have time, I can
give you a tour." And then the rest of the money test would happen.
"I would love to. I must say, your Victorian puts mine to shame." Fiona
steered toward the grocery store.
"Fiona, a house is only a house. It is only truly a home when you get to
share it with someone special." Trevor said it because he meant it.
Sure his house was big, but it was just a house.
"I completely agree. A house is bought. A home is made."
"I am glad you think so. So, chili huh? Think I can handle it?" Trevor
got out of the car and opened her door to help her out. She grabbed her
cart and handed him her list.
"You are my sous chef, so make sure that we get everything on that
list." Fiona smiled at him and tried to put a little steel in her
voice.
"Yes ma'am. Lead the way!" Trevor couldn't believe he was going to have
fun grocery shopping. But he did. He made sure they had everything on
their list and as soon as the cart was full, they headed to the
checkout. As soon as everything was rung up, he handed his debit card
to the cashier. Loading the bags they went out to the car and stowed
everything in the trunk. They made the short drive to the station and
pulled into the lot. Some of the guys were outside checking the truck,
so he rolled down the window and shouted to them.
"Hey guys, you wanna eat you better help with these bags. I am cooking,
so I am not unloading."
The guys shouted a few choice words at him, but dutifully unloaded the
groceries and out them in the kitchen. They all smiled at Fiona and
Trevor decided to make the introductions.
"Guys, this is Fiona. She is here to make sure I don't poison you. "He
chuckled as some of them followed his introductions with smart remarks.
"Thank goodness. When you pull KP, we fear for our lives. Hi Fiona, I am
Bart. It's nice to meet you."
"Hello Bart. Are you a fan of chili?" Fiona started unloading the
grocery sacks.
"Yes ma'am I am. I am actually a fan of food in general. Can we help you
with anything?"
"Hey!" Trevor butted in. "You never offer to help me when I am cooking!"
"Trev, you don't look like her. Anything you need Fiona, you let me
know." With a wink, Bart left the kitchen.
"I am going to have to beat him up." Trevor muttered under his breath
and Fiona laughed.
"So, my sous chef, let's get to work." Fiona grabbed an apron and got to
work on the cornbread. Trevor fetched ingredients for her, helped her
measure and mix. She was really making sure that he had his hands in
everything. As soon as the cornbread was in the oven, they got to work
on the chili.
Trevor had a new appreciation for cooking..and for Fiona. She did
everything so methodically and she seemed to enjoy herself immensely.
He taught him to chop correctly, what spices to add and soon they had a
huge pot of chili simmering on the stove. He was having such a good
time he picked her up and kissed her right in the middle of the
kitchen. He didn't know how long he was kissing her until he was
interrupted.
"Ahem. We smell food." Jeremy poked his head into the kitchen.
"Nice timing guys. Ya, everything is done. Give the shout." Trevor set
Fiona down. She was blushing furiously, but was smiling at him. She
heard what sounded like a herd of elephants headed toward the kitchen.
She barely made it out of the way before the army of firefighters came
in and headed right for the food. They scooped out large bowls of chili
and took slabs of cornbread over to the table. They dug in and started
complimenting her immediately.
"O'Leary this is awesome. Your girlfriend makes a mean chili." Bart was
buttering his cornbread and spooning chili at the same time.
"I am glad you like it. But I am not Trevor's girlfriend. I am just
helping him out in the kitchen."
"So..you are available Fiona?" Bart's eyes gleamed as he looked at
Trevor. Before Fiona could answer, Trevor moved to her side and spoke
before she could answer him.
"Sorry Jones, Fiona is currently unavailable. Stick to your chili."
Trevor bent down and planted a kiss on top of her head.
"Aww man, a good looking woman who can cook and you get her? Life isn't
fair!"
"Live with it." Trevor smiled at him and pulled Fiona closer.
Fiona wasn't sure what to think. It was almost like Trevor had staked
claim on her. She should be mad at his presumption, but oddly it made
her feel all warm inside. He had basically told all of his friends that
she was his girlfriend. It would be hard for him to explain that away.
Fiona took off the apron and went to go find the restroom. She knew her
face was flushed and she didn't know what to do. The guys didn't notice
her retreat, too busy eating their lunch. Trevor noticed and followed
her.
"I wasn't just saying that you know. I would never say something I
didn't mean." He came up behind her in the hallway, his voice calm and
serious.
"Trevor, it is too soon for you to know that you feel that way."
"You would like to think so Fiona, but I don't. I like being around you.
I couldn't wait to see you again. I could have bought those guys pizza,
and they would have been fine with it. Instead I used my KP duty as an
excuse to get to spend more time with you." Trevor made sure he looked
in her eyes as he said it. He couldn't think of any other way to show
her he was serious, except finally let her know more about his life.
"Trevor, I am not quite sure what to do. I have never felt like this."
"Good. Neither have I. Considering we both have a history; I want things
to be different with you. I would really like to take you back to the
house and give you the tour. We can talk about going out somewhere this
week. You won't have to cook, I promise." He grinned at her.
"We should go say goodbye to your friends"
"I suppose if we have to." Trevor grumbled.
"That's not very nice. Come on." She tugged his arm so he followed her
into the kitchen. After destroying their meal, the guys were still in
the kitchen arguing over the leftovers. They turned when Fiona and
Trevor entered the kitchen.
"Gentleman, we are going to get going. I hope you enjoyed your lunch."
Fiona went around the table and kissed each of them on the cheek.
Trevor scowled.
"Yes ma'am we did. What would it take to convince you to cook for us
when O'Leary has KP duty?" Bart looked at her with his best puppy dog
eyes, signaling for everyone else to do the same. Fiona laughed.
"You guys are pathetic. We aren't spending our free time here. So get
over it. Besides if you think the chili is good, you should taste her
lasagna." Trevor grabbed Fiona and led her out of the kitchen,
chuckling as he heard the guys trying to convince her to come back.
"That wasn't very nice!" She admonished him as they got into the car.
"All's fair. Besides, I wouldn't want you to get sick of making lasagna.
My leftovers aren't going to last forever." He winked at her and
reached to hold her hand on the drive home. As they pulled into his
driveway, he noticed Fiona had gotten quiet and had a somber look on
her face.
"What wrong, honey?" Fiona couldn't help but smile at the endearment.
"Well, your finances are none of my business but looking at this house I
think you may be out of my league." She chuckled weakly, trying not to
convey that it was exactly how she felt.
"You are wrong. On both counts. If we are going to be in a
relationship, you are entitled to know just about everything about my
life. And, if anyone is out of anyone's league, you are out of mine.
Let's go inside." Trevor exited the car and waiting on the porch for
Fiona to catch up.
He unlocked the door and ushered her into the entryway. He hung their
jackets and led her into the first room off hallway. It was a very
large living room. Fiona was impressed that despite its size, it looked
cozy and comfortable. Books and pictures were scattered on the shelves.
A large sofa and loveseat were in front of an obnoxious flat screen
television. Two full DVD towers flanked the television. From the living
room, she was led into the formal dining room. She laughed when she saw
the empty china cabinet. He told her that it would be full soon. Before
she could inquire about what he meant, he moved to the kitchen. Fiona
was again impressed. The kitchen was outfitted nicely with a subzero
and double wall ovens. The décor was cheery with yellow and white
giving a lovely contrast to the cherry woodwork. He showed her the
downstairs bathroom, the downstairs guest room. He brought her to the
end of the hallway and Fiona gasped in delight. He had an antique
spiral staircase!
"That is just beautiful!" Fiona reached out to feel the rugged, yet also
delicate iron scrollwork. She climbed the stairs and found herself in
the upstairs hallway. Trevor followed her up the stairs, showing her
the master suite, heavily decorated in navy blue and darkly stained
wood. There was an attached master bath with a deep Jacuzzi tub. He led
her from room to room, and Fiona's delight with each room turned into
nervousness. She was right. Trevor was way out of her league. Some
months she struggled to pay her bills. She was very aware that he
probably didn't have that issue. Trevor had noticed her withdrawal. She
was barely touching him and seemed distant. He sighed. It was time to
tell her.
"Fiona, you are an intelligent woman. I know you are probably thinking
to yourself, how does he afford this on a civil servant salary?" Fiona
nodded.
"Follow me, and I will show you." He took her hand gently and opened the
last door in the hallway. It was the cupola room. He had lined it with
a padded bench, and motioned for her to take a seat. He left the room
and returned with what Fiona guessed was a photo album. It actually
turned out to be a scrapbook. He handed it to Fiona and indicated she
should take a look.
It was filled with clippings about something called the Phoenix Group.
Apparently this group had invented a fire retardant spray that could be
used on anything from cotton to rubber. It had revolutionized
professional firefighting and the group that had invented it had sold
the patent for a billion dollars. As Fiona flipped through the articles
of accolades, she came to a clipping with a picture. There was Trevor
smiling with three other people. The caption called them the Phoenix
Group. Fiona gasped when the reality sank in. Trevor had money..a lot
of it.
"So that's my story." Trevor took the scrapbook from her and was
surprised when he looked in her eyes. There was no veil of greed. Her
eyes shone with pride. His heart soared.
"Trevor! You parents must be so proud of you! You must be proud of you!
That is so fantastic!" Fiona knew she was babbling, but she couldn't
believe he had invented something so important.
"They are quite proud. It was fantastic when it happened. The money was
nice too" He smirked. This was about the time Vicki was hooked, and at
the time he had been too blind to see it.
"Money is money, but can you imagine how many lives you have saved! That
must be such a great feeling!" Before Fiona could say anything more, he
swept her into his lap and kissed her soundly.
"I am not complaining, but what was that for?"
"For being proud of me and not thinking about the money first. I must
admit, it is difficult to tell people especially women. "
"I understand Trevor. But, I am glad you told me. I was feeling..well I
am not sure what I was feeling" Fiona wrapped her arms around his neck
and sweetly kissed his cheek.
"It can be overwhelming. But let's talk about something else. Tell me
what you have going on this week?" He leaned back into the seat and
took her with him. Fiona snuggled into his shoulder and gave a
contented sigh.
"I have a dinner party that I need to prepare for on Thursday night and
formal brunch on Sunday. That's it for this week."
"I am four on three off, so I actually have Thursday through Saturday
off. Would you like to do dinner and dancing on Friday?" He ran his
hand through her curly hair. He glimpsed out the window and noticed it
started to snow. He was content to stay like this the whole night, but
he knew she had to get home in case the snow picked up.
"Dinner and dancing would be lovely."
"Fiona, honey..as much as I would like to stay like this it has started
to snow."
Fiona looked through the window and noticed that indeed it was starting
to snow heavily. She knew she needed to head out before it got worse,
but she was so happy where she was it was a struggle.
"I should get home. Thank you for sharing with me Trevor. It means a
lot." Fiona moved off his lap and he got up from the bench. Taking her
hand, he led her down the hallway and they climbed down the stairs.
Leading her to the entryway, he bundled her into her jacket and bent to
softly kiss her lips.
"Friday, at seven. Dinner and dancing. Call me when you get home, so I
know you made it safely." He bent to kiss her again, gently nibbling on
her upper lip. Fiona pressed herself closer to his muscular chest. She
knew she should go, but she didn't want to leave his arms.
"Go on baby. Drive safely." He kissed her one more time and walked her
to the car. He shut the door once she was in and watched her pull out
of the drive. As soon her taillights disappeared, he headed into his
empty house shaking off the snow. Twenty minutes later his cell phone
rang.
"Hello."
"Hi there. It's me. I made it home. Safe and sound." Fiona was in the
kitchen, heating up a cup of hot chocolate. She took her time getting
home, the snow had picked up and the temperature had dropped
significantly.
"Good. I am glad you called Fiona. Have a good night. Drive carefully to
work. I will call you tomorrow."
Fiona disconnected and took her hot chocolate into the living room.
Watching the snow, she thought about what Trevor had told her. She
couldn't believe it. He was a millionaire several times over. Despite
the money, what appealed to her the most was the man himself. He was
the perfect combination of tender and protective. He could be a pauper
and Fiona knew she would still be drawn to him. He got past all of her
defenses. She was scared, but at the same time elated. Fiona finished
her cocoa and decided to go to bed early. With the dinner party on
Thursday, she had plenty to do this week. Despite her schedule, she
wished she could fast forward to Friday.
Trevor lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Fiona had reacted much
differently than Vicki when he told her about his wealth. She had given
him this look of pride that made his heart swell. And when she talked
about the money being secondary to all the good he was doing, he knew
he had made the right decision telling her. He was very much looking
forward to Friday. If he could, he would work out a way to see her
before then. Friday was too far away.
Fiona woke up earlier than usual on Monday. She knew she would have to
shovel the drive if the snow had accumulated overnight. She had parked
the car in the garage, so that saved her from having to clean it off.
She peered out the bedroom window and wasn't surprised to see about
four inches of snow on the ground. But what shocked her was that her
driveway was completely cleared. She ran downstairs and out onto the
porch. Someone had cleared her driveway and walkway. There was also
sand and salt covering both surfaces, melting the ice. Fiona couldn't
fathom who could have done this and how she wouldn't have heard them.
It was 6:30am, so whoever did this must have done it very early
probably while she was still asleep. Fiona went back inside and put on
some coffee. As she sat, waiting for it to brew, she decided to check
her cellphone. She had a voicemail.
"Hello baby. It's me. I just wanted to let you know, I asked a friend of
mine to take care of your driveway and sidewalk before you went to
work. It was icy out and I didn't want you to fall. I hope you have a
good day. Call me later." Fiona noted the time on the voicemail was
5am. Before she could think about it, she called him back.
"Hello."
"You didn't have to do that Trevor, but thank you." Fiona gathered her
things to get ready to head to work.
"Of course I did. I couldn't have you slipping and falling in your
driveway. I wouldn't want to see you seriously hurt. Besides, I am not
sure I can compete with an EMT." He didn't want her mad at him, so he
tried to lighten the mood.
"Oh Trevor, trust me. There is no one that can compete with you. It was
very thoughtful. Thank you again. I know you are at work, so I will let
you go."
"I am glad you called. Drive safe Fiona. It is still a little slick out
there. If you find time, call me at lunch."
"Trevor, I wouldn't want to bother you at work." Fiona grabbed her car
keys and headed for the garage.
"Fiona, wives and girlfriends call the station all the time looking for
the guys, especially if they can't reach them by cell. If I don't
answer, one of the guys will come get me. You wouldn't be bothering me,
so get that thought out of your head."
"Okay. I will call you around lunchtime then. Have a good day, stay
safe." Fiona hung up the phone and couldn't help but replay the call in
her mind. Trevor had told her that wives and girlfriends called the
station looking for their significant others. He made it seem that she
had every right to do so, he almost expected it. Did he consider her
his girlfriend? Fiona couldn't help but think about it as she drove. He
had done for her what a boyfriend would do for a girlfriend. Making
sure she called him to assure her safe arrival at home, having someone
clear her driveway were all things that a guy would do for his girl.
Fiona wasn't sure if she was reading the situation right, but it sure
made her feel special nonetheless.
Fiona had a busy morning. After a meeting with her staff about the
dinner party on Thursday night, she was satisfied the menu was set. Her
wait staff had been briefed on the attire that would be required. She
was proud of the staff that she had. They were some of the best in the
business, so when one her bakers knocked on her door a little before
noon with a panicked look on her face, Fiona was a little worried.
"Fi, we have a little problem." Janelle, the head baker poked her head
into Fiona's office. She looked a little stressed. Fiona motioned for
her to have a seat.
"Janelle, what's the problem? I am sure we can figure it out."
"Well, we have all of the pastry trays completed for the Miner wedding
shower. I just finished putting the finishing touches on them this
morning. I was wrapping them when Janet Miner called. They only need
half of what they ordered. It turns out that a significant portion of
her fiancé's family came down with food poisoning. We made 25
trays...they only need 12. What are we going to do with all of them?"
Janelle was wringing her hands. There was no way thirteen trays of
desserts were going to make it until Thursday when they could have
possibly used them for the dinner party.
"Well. What else did Janet say?"
"She said she understands that she paid for 25. She doesn't want a
refund, but she also doesn't want us to deliver the rest. I can't blame
her. What would she do with so many leftover desserts?" Janelle had no
idea what to do with them herself. She was waiting to deliver them to
have more room in the fridge. It was full to bursting now.
"I have an idea. Load the extra trays into the van and have Simon
deliver them to the fire station on 6th street. They definitely won't
go to waste there." Fiona smiled when she thought of Trevor and his
aforementioned sweet tooth.
"Good idea boss. Should he ask for someone?"
"Tell him to ask for Trevor O'Leary."
"Will do. Now I have to ask..who is Trevor O'Leary?" Janelle's worry was
now replaced with curiosity.
"Well, I am kind of dating him I guess. He is a firefighter." Fiona
giggled at the look on Janelle's face.
"You have a boyfriend! A firefighter boyfriend!" Janelle couldn't help
but be enthusiastic. Her boss was one of the nicest people she knew and
it made her happy to know she had found someone.
"Well..he is not actually my boyfriend. We are just dating. We will see
what happens. Now go load up. Stick our business card in one of the
trays, so they know where they came from."
Janelle left the office to load up the van. Fiona checked emails and
looked over invoices. She was worried about a shrimp delivery for the
brunch on Sunday, so she made some phone calls and confirmed that
everything would be here Saturday. As soon as she hung up the phone, it
rang.
"Premier Catering, Fiona Martin speaking. How may I help you?"
"Do not ever send anything like this to my work again."
"Trevor! Oh no! I didn't mean to make you mad. I just thought it would
be nice to send you and the guys something sweet." Fiona felt her
stomach clench. He sounded mad.
"Fiona. Honey. You don't get it. I am now going to have to fight these
guys for you. Jeremy is half in love with you. Bart wants to propose
marriage. I am going to have to beat the crap out of the whole crew for
wanting to take my girl away from me. On top of that, I almost had to
cuff someone to get an éclair. Food comes from my girlfriend..and I
have to wrestle for it!" Trevor sounded disgruntled.
Fiona couldn't help but laugh. His voice made her imagine he was pouting
on the other end of the line. "Well I am glad they enjoyed them. Tell
Bart that I am taken, but flattered by his offer. And I think I may be
a little too old for Jeremy. As for the éclair, I will make a dozen
just for you."
"You are not flattered by Bart's offer. He just wants you for your
cooking. And he wants to piss me off. Fiona, this was really thoughtful
of you. Were you thinking about me, because I have been thinking about
you?" Trevor settled onto the couch at the station, glad to hear her
voice.
"Of course I have been thinking about you. I don't think I have stopped.
I am just not sure what I should be thinking. Is it too soon to be
asking what is going on between us?" Fiona held her breath waiting for
his answer.
"Apparently, it isn't as obvious as I thought. Fiona, we are in a
relationship. You are my girlfriend. I don't have eyes for anyone but
you and despite my fierce competition, I hope that I am the only man in
your life."
"I am sorry Trevor, you must think I am silly but I really needed to
have it spelled out for me. You don't have any competition. It's you
and only you. I am really looking forward to Friday." Fiona sighed.
Friday was so far away.
"Fiona, don't be sorry. I know I can be a bit daft, and maybe I wasn't
doing a good job showing you. I will keep that in mind from now on. And
I am looking forward to Friday too. But, after this kind of present do
you really think that you can get away with me not stopping by your
house tonight to properly thank you?" Trevor's voice took on a husky
quality that made Fiona shiver.
"I would love if you stopped by tonight. I should be home around 6pm.
Would you like me to throw something together for dinner?"
"If you want to. I will leave that up to you. If you don't, we can
always order out. I better get going; I think there is a fight over a
cookie. I might need to step in. I will see you tonight baby." And with
that they disconnected.
Fiona had a boyfriend! A smart and sexy boyfriend. She was on cloud
nine. The rest of her day seemed to fly by. As she headed home, she
decided to make beef stew and buttermilk biscuits. She ran quickly into
the house, changing into jeans and a black tee shirt. Throwing her hair
up, she put the stew together in record time. She was working on the
biscuits when Trevor came through the front door. Unconsciously, she
reached up to move a stray hair out of the way and in the meantime got
flour all over her cheek.
"Fiona, baby. Where are you?" Trevor stopped to hang up his jacket.
"In the kitchen!" Fiona called out.
Trevor walked down the hallway and into the kitchen, where he was
greeted with a sight that gave him a warm feeling in his gut. His
little Fiona was buzzing around the kitchen, hair piled on her head,
and flour streaked her cheek. She was making them dinner. It was
everything he had wished it would be. The kitchen was warm and inviting
and she was here waiting for him. He knew what his Dad meant now when
he said that he would know it when he felt it. And he definitely felt
it now.
Fiona looked at Trevor. He was just standing there watching her, with a
smile on his face. She went to the fridge and got him a bottle of
Guinness. Walking toward him, she handed it to him and stretched to
press a kiss to his lips. Wrapping his free hand around the back of her
head, he deepened the kiss and growled when she wrapped her arms around
his waist.
"How was the rest of your day?" She withdrew and went over to continue
working on the biscuits.
Trevor sipped his Guinness. "It was fine baby, how was yours?"
"Busy, but good." Fiona slid the biscuits in the oven. She turned to
wipe her hands on a towel and went to stir the stew. Trevor slid off
the stool and moved behind her. Wrapping his arms around her and
pulling her back against his chest, he peered over her head and into
the pot.
"What's for dinner?" He asked as he nuzzled her neck.
"Beef stew." Fiona leaned back against him as she continued to nuzzle
her neck. She felt a tingling deep in her core and when he started to
gently nibble, she thought her knees would give out.
"You are going to spoil me woman, but I am definitely not complaining."
Trevor turned her in his arms and began to thoroughly kiss her. Fiona
opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to slide in and rub against the
roof of her mouth. Fiona made a slight whimpering sound and pulled him
closer. He increased the pressure of his kiss. A moan rumbled from his
chest as he felt her hands slide through his hair. His arousal pressed
against her belly and unconsciously Fiona rubbed against it. Trevor
knew if they didn't stop now, he would take her right here in the
kitchen. He reluctantly tore his mouth from hers.
"Honey, if we keep going our dinner is going to burn."
Fiona laughed and moved away from him. She was lucky she did, because
her biscuits were done. Taking them out of the oven, she put them in a
basket on the island with some butter. Trevor took his seat at the
island and watched her ladle beef stew into bowls. Trevor reached for a
warm biscuit and slathered it with butter. He took a bite and sighed
with pleasure.
"There is no way Bart is going to marry you, because I am. This is
heavenly Fiona." He demolished the rest of the biscuit and watched her
as his words sank in. She set his bowl in front of him, her hand
trembling slightly.
"I guess if you enjoy home cooking, I would be quite the catch." Fiona
laughed nervously.
"Lady, it's not just the cooking. Trust me. It's a nice bonus, but is
only a part of the entire package." Trevor started eating his stew.
Fiona also picked up her spoon, but the butterflies in her stomach made
it impossible to eat.
"You don't think about things like that Fiona? Marriage, babies, coming
home every night to someone you love?" Trevor tried to remain calm as
he continued to eat. It would break his heart if she didn't want the
same things he did. Despite what people thought, not every woman wanted
to get married and have kids.
"Of course I do. I have always wanted to get married, share a home with
the man I loved. I would also like children. I have always wanted to
own a bed and breakfast. It is a great business to have when you want
to have a family. I have thought of it more times than you know." Fiona
took a cautious bite of her stew.
"Good. I am glad we are on the same page. I want nothing more than to
come home to a loving wife, to be able to share stories about our day.
Eventually, a house full of kids to tire us out so we fall into bed
with each other to do it all again the next day." Trevor finished his
stew and moved to put his bowl in the sink. He sat in the stool next to
her and took her hand. She turned to look at him and without a doubt,
believed everything he was saying.
"So, what would you like to do on Friday? I was thinking dinner, then
going to a nightclub for some dancing." Trevor was rubbing her hand,
noticing the bruise had faded on her thumb.
"That sounds great. I haven't gone to a club in a while; I hope I have
something to wear."
"I am sure whatever you have will cause me stress." Trevor bent to kiss
her fingers.
"I am not sure what you mean?" Fiona was confused.
"No matter what you wear, you will look hot. I will be stressed out
about all the guys who will try to steal you away from me. I already
have to deal with it at work..." He smiled at her.
"You don't have a thing to worry about. Now, I am officially kicking you
out." Fiona giggled at his wounded look. "I know you were up very early
this morning, and you have to work tomorrow. Take some of this stew
home for lunch." Fiona moved to put some of the stew in a take home
container.
"I am not tired." Trevor yawned and completely contradicted his
statement.
"Uh huh. Go on honey. Go on home. Call me tomorrow?" She handed him the
container and led him toward the door.
"You might be busy so you call me when you aren't. And you called me
honey." He looked at her and grinned.
"Yes I did." She stood on her toes to kiss him goodbye. It was all too
brief for Trevor. She pulled away before he could convince her he
needed to stay longer.
"I will talk to you tomorrow a ghra." She watched him as he got
in the truck and drove away.
Fiona cleaned up dinner and decided to head up to bed. She was surprised
at the disappointment she felt. She wished she wasn't going alone. She
never wanted a man so badly. After entering her room, she decided to go
to her closet. Her wardrobe wasn't massive, but she found a dress that
would be perfect to wear out on Friday. It was a short, strapless deep
purple cocktail dress. It had an empire waist, so it made her look
taller than she actually was. The very top of the bodice, along the
neckline, was studded with small crystals. She decided she would wear
her silver high heeled sandals. Fiona dressed for bed and thought about
how she would wear her hair. Before she knew it, she was asleep and
dreaming of dancing with Trevor.
Trevor woke up early on Tuesday. He slept restlessly and finally just
decided to give up. After brewing a pot of coffee he sat down to eat a
bowl of cereal. As he sat there, he knew he was in love with Fiona. He
thought about her when they were apart and cherished the time they had
together. He didn't know exactly when it happened, but he had never
been so sure. Without even considering the time, he dialed his parents
at home. "Hello."
"Hi Dad. It's Trevor"
"Mo muhc, you are calling early. Is something wrong?" Michael had
just sat down with his first cup of coffee.
"I am in love with Fiona."
"Aye Trevor. I knew it would be so. The moment I set eyes on the lass, I
knew she was meant for you. Have you told her yet?"
"Not yet. I think I just realized it myself. I am scared Dad. I actually
told her about the money, and she didn't seem to care. She was actually
proud of me." Trevor finished his coffee and paced around his kitchen.
"That's how it happens mo muhc. One day you are thinking you are
going along fine, and then bam the woman has your heart. I am happy for
you son. You should tell her soon. Woman need to hear these things.
Speaking of women, your Ma just walked in. A chumann, Trevor is
on the line." Michael handed the phone to Mary.
"Mo chuisle, is something wrong?" Mary's voice had a thread of
alarm.
"No Ma. I am in love with Fiona."
"I am glad to hear it lad, it's about time. I liked her the moment I saw
her. Tell her soon son. She isn't like the others. She will love you
back. I am your mother, I know this."
"I hope you are right Ma. I better go. Sorry to call so early. Is tu
mo ghra."
"We love you too son."
Trevor got ready to go to work. As he pulled into the station, they were
called out onto an emergency. There was a three car accident on the
interstate, and one of the cars was on fire. He was grateful that
everyone was safe. They got back to the station just after lunch and he
was lying on the couch, coming down from the adrenaline rush when he
closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"6th Street, this is Jones"
"Hi Bart, this is Fiona. Is Trevor busy?" Fiona decided to wait until
after lunch to call.
"Fiona my lovely! You should seriously consider my proposal. I am quite
a catch, much better than O'Leary." She could imagine his wicked smile
as he flirted with her.
"Bart, as tempting as that sounds I am afraid my heart belongs to
Trevor."
"Damn. All right. But let me know if you change your mind. O'Leary! Your
girl is on the phone!" Bart yelled and Fiona heard him set the phone
down on something. After a few minutes, she heard it being picked up.
"Hello a ghra. Did that ass propose to you again?"
"Hi Trevor. Yes he did. I had to tell him that my heart was yours alone.
What does a ghra mean?
"It means my love in Gaelic."
"It's beautiful, especially the way you say it. You will have to teach
me some Gaelic. You sound tired honey." Fiona thought she heard him
yawning.
"I would love to teach you some Gaelic. I am a bit tired, we had an
emergency earlier. I came back and crashed on the couch."
"Are you okay?" Fiona tried not to sound panicky. "I am sorry I woke you
up."
"I am fine baby, just a car accident. And you can wake me up anytime
Fiona." His voice took on that husky tone that made Fiona shiver.
"Well you go back to your nap. I will see you on Friday."
"Yes ma'am. I am looking forward to it. I will call you tonight. Bye
a ghra" Fiona hung up the phone and sighed. She was falling in
love with him and could do nothing to stop herself. She could only hope
he felt the same way.
The rest of the week flew by for both of them. The dinner party on
Thursday went off without a hitch. The clients were extremely
satisfied, and even booked another party. Fiona decided to give her
staff Friday afternoon off. After the post party meeting in the office
Friday morning, she bid them all a good afternoon. Fiona took the early
day as a chance to go home and get ready for tonight. She took a long
soak in the tub, using a deep conditioner on her curly hair. As soon as
she got out of the tub she applied lotion and decided to do a French
manicure on her nails and toenails. Putting some product in her hair,
she sat on the bed and started her nails. She was pretty impressed with
her handiwork and as soon as it dried she went to her lingerie drawer.
Fiona had a little bit of a weakness for nice lingerie. She hadn't
bought some in a while, but she had a decent collection. She needed a
strapless bra for her dress, so she picked out a sexy lace black one.
She also picked out the matching lace bikini panties. After putting on
her undergarments, she slipped into the dress. Walking into the
bathroom, she twisted and pinned her hair into a pile of curls that
rested at the middle of her head. She secured it further with a few
crystal pins. After adding a pair of small diamond earrings and
solitaire pendant all that was left was her shoes. She went to closet
to grab them when she heard Trevor come in. Shoes in hand, she went
down the stairs to meet him. Trevor saw her and swore he stopped
breathing. She was gorgeous. Her beautiful auburn curls were twisted
up, allowing her slender neck to show. Her strapless dress enhanced her
breasts and the color made her eyes stand out even more. He had to
collect himself before he could speak.
"God baby, you look beautiful." Fiona beamed at the compliment. She
looked him over and couldn't believe this gorgeous man was hers. He was
dressed in black slacks and dress shoes. He topped it off with a light
blue dress shirt and yellow and blue striped tie. He held out his hand
to her and when she took it, he pulled her to him roughly.
"I am a very lucky man." He used his hands to frame her face and kissed
her.
"And I am a lucky woman." She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around
his neck.
"Shall we go a ghra?"
"Just let me put my shoes on." Fiona bent to strap on her sandals,
giving him a glimpse of her smooth leg and her cute painted toes.
Trevor felt his pants getting snug. Fiona went to the closet to get a
shawl and pronounced she was ready to go. He took her arm and led her
out to the car.
"What happened to the truck?" Fiona found a shiny black Lexus parked in
the driveway.
"Baby, you look way too hot to be traveling in the truck. I don't
usually drive this in the winter, but I think the weather will be fine.
Climb in." He opened the door and Fiona sank into the leather seat.
Trevor got in and headed for downtown Boston. He kept sneaking peeks at
her while he was driving. She was glowing with excitement and it was
everything he could do to not tell her he loved her right now.
They pulled up to an Italian restaurant. The valet rushed to help Fiona
out of the car, giving her an appreciative once over that he quickly
masked when Trevor glared at him. Leading Fiona into the restaurant,
they were seated at a quiet table in the corner. Fiona was amazed they
didn't have to wait. After all, it was a Friday night.
"I know what you are thinking. I called ahead. Plus, money works
wonders." He grinned at her and reached for her hand.
"That was sweet of you. So what did you do today?"
"I spent the entire day thinking about you and counting the hours. How
did your dinner party go last night?"
Fiona was pleased that he remembered. "It went well; they actually
booked another party with us."
The waiter approached them and asked if they were ready to order. They
were. The both decided to skip appetizers. Fiona ordered the lobster
ravioli and laughed when Trevor ordered the lasagna.
"I am glad to hear it honey. Maybe I can convince you to cater my
parent's anniversary party."
"No need to convince me. I would love to help." Fiona sipped her water
and he rubbed his hands over hers. Fiona couldn't help but wonder what
they would feel like on her body. She warmed at the thought.
"I thought we could go to a jazz club after this. Does that sound okay?"
"That sounds great. Look our dinner is here." Trevor moved his hands
from Fiona's to allow the waiter to set down their meals. Fiona took a
bite of her ravioli and declared it delicious. Trevor sampled his
lasagna and declared that he had tasted much better and winked at her.
They finished their meal, talking about work and his family. Fiona
pushed her plate away, she couldn't eat another bite. She noticed
Trevor hadn't finished either. They both had other things on their
mind. He asked for the check and left the waiter a large tip. Waiting
for the valet, he stood behind her wrapping his arms around her. She
snuggled against his chest and pressed her legs to his. He wanted to
take her home and bring her straight to bed, but he also wanted to get
her into his arms on the dance floor.
They got into the car and headed to the club. He parked in the lot and
escorted her to the door. Trevor paid the cover charge and they walked
into the dimly lit club. The band was playing something upbeat, so they
decided to get a table and have a drink. Trevor noticed a few of the
guys checking Fiona out, but the only man she was looking at was him.
She sipped her wine while he nursed a beer. After a few more upbeat
tunes, the soulful sound of "At Last" by Etta James came on. Trevor
held out his hand to Fiona and led her to the dance floor. Wrapping his
arms around her, he started to move to the music. She moved her arms to
wrap around his neck and laid her head on his chest. She could feel his
heart beating and it matched her own. His hands tightened on her waist
and drew her hips to press against his. Etta sang about her lonely days
being gone and Trevor knew it was time.
"A ghra, you said you wanted me to teach you some Gaelic?" He
bent down to whisper in her ear. Fiona raised her head to look at him
and smiled.
"Yes, I would very much like that. You want to teach me something now?"
"Very much. Here it is. Is tu mo ghra Fiona." Trevor looked into
those violet eyes and knew he meant every word.
"That is beautiful. What does it mean?"
"It means I love you Fiona." Trevor smiled at her look of shock. He got
a little nervous when she didn't say anything. It was the longest
minute of his life.
"Oh..Trevor. I won't do it justice in Gaelic so I will say it in
English. I love you too." Fiona pulled his head down to hers and kissed
him deeply. Trevor sighed with relief and lifted her off the floor and
tighter to him.
"Baby, I know I promised you a night out. But could we go home?" Trevor
set her back down on the floor.
"Of course we can. Let's go." Fiona took his hand and led him off the
floor. She put on her shawl and they walked out to the car hand in
hand.
They headed back to his house in silence. The air in the car was charged
with emotion and sexual tension. Trevor figured he had been fighting an
erection since he saw her come down the stairs. It got even worse when
her hips pressed to his on the dance floor. He didn't think they could
get home fast enough for him.
Fiona was trying to remain calm. She hadn't had sex for a while, she was
afraid she might not be able to please Trevor. She fidgeted in her seat
and looked over at him. He smiled at her and raised her hand to his
lips. They pulled into the drive and he yanked her over the seat and
practically onto his lap. He pressed his lips to her, delving into her
mouth with his tongue. He ran his hands up and down her back, desperate
to pull her closer.
"Love, we need to get out of this car and into the house." He went
around and lifted her out of the car. He carried her up the porch and
into the house. Without pause, he carried her straight up the spiral
staircase and into his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, his body
hovering over her. She looked so soft and sexy. She was all his.
"Fiona. Are you all right?" Her eyes were closed.
"Yes Trevor, I am fine. I love you." She reached up to pull his head to
hers.
"I love you too baby. Stay the night with me." He turned his head to
nibble on her earlobe, sending a shock straight down her spine.
"Yes.." Fiona was cut off by his lips, he tongue pressing through them
to gently invade her mouth. He moved to her side, allowing his hands to
run up and down her body. He was mesmerized by her curves and wanted to
get this dress off of her so he could drink her in. Fiona could sense
his impatience. She moved off the bed and slipped her dress off.
Trevor's mouth went dry. She was wearing a matching black lace bra and
panties. Her breasts threatened to spill over the top of the bra and
Trevor knew he had to put his hands on her. He undressed to his boxer
briefs, tossing his clothes on the floor.
Fiona watched him undress, noticing the erection in his boxers. Fiona
stood at the side of the bed, and removed her bra and panties. Trevor
couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her on top of him and ran his hands
over her body. He made his way down to her ass, where he squeezed what
he admired so much before. Fiona moved on top of him causing his
erection to press into the juncture between her thighs. She moved off
of him and grabbed the waistband of his last remaining shred of
clothing. She pulled them down his legs, watching his eyes go wide. His
manhood was fully erect and he let out a loud moan when she wrapped her
small hand around it. Moving her hand up and down slowly, she watched
his eyes glaze over in pleasure. He reached down and undid her hair,
allowing her riot of curls to cascade down and brush the top of his
thighs. She leaned down and gently licked the head of his member and
his breath caught. He sank his hands into her hair as she proceeded to
move up and down his shaft with her tongue.
Trevor looked down at his shaft disappearing into Fiona's mouth and
figured he could die from pleasure right now. She stroked and sucked
him until he knew he had to make her stop, or it would end too soon. He
put his hand on her cheek and raised her head to look at him. He pulled
her up his body and kissed her.
"Fiona, that was amazing but I had to stop you. It felt so good that I
was worried it would be over before we started" He rolled her over and
gently kissed his way down her neck. Fiona was trembling and he smiled.
He kissed his way to the top of her breast, chuckling when she threaded
her hand through his hair trying to direct him toward her nipple. He
wouldn't be rushed. He kissed around the crown of her breast. When he
knew she couldn't take anymore, he gently sucked her nipple into his
mouth.
Fiona moaned. His mouth was so hot. She didn't think her nipple could
get any harder, until he gently bit on it. Fiona writhed in pleasure
and she felt him smile against her breast. Trevor hadn't even gotten
started yet. He moved to the other breast to give it the same
treatment. Fiona was heady with the sensations his mouth was providing.
Before she realized it, he was moving down her torso.
Trevor moved down Fiona's flat stomach to rim her navel with his tongue.
At the same time, he ran his hands up her smooth thighs and found her
center. Slipping his finger between her folds, he found her hot and
wet. She was ready for him. It caused a surge of blood to his almost
painful erection. But before he could think about burying himself
inside her, he wanted to taste her first. Trevor moved down to kiss the
inside of her thighs and Fiona couldn't stop herself from moaning his
name.
"Trevor..."
"Yes my love?" He smiled up at her from between her legs.
"Please.." Fiona pleaded with him She wanted him inside her. She wanted
to feel him on top of her.
"Soon a ghra, very soon." And gently bent his head to kiss her
feminine folds. Fiona gasped and gripped the sheets as Trevor pleasured
her with his mouth. Using his hands, he parted her, slipping his tongue
deep into her core. She was quivering beneath him. He moved his tongue
up and down, swirling and sucking. When he nibbled on her, Fiona's
orgasm swept her under. Gripping his head, she rode the wave of
pleasure. Before she could come down, Trevor moved on top of her and
sank into her. He groaned when he felt her muscles contract around him
and it took all he had not to come right then. He withdrew and pressed
into her again. Angling his thrusts to rub against her most sensitive
areas, he pulled her to him and continued to move inside of her.
Fiona was close to another orgasm. As if he sensed it, Trevor deepened
his penetration, moving faster. He felt Fiona's orgasm and with one
last deep thrust, he released inside her. Gathering her to him, he
moved to his side so he wouldn't crush her. Fiona snuggled against him,
her heart slowly returning to a normal rhythm. Trevor kissed the top of
her head, resting his hand on her hip.
"That was wonderful." Fiona's voice was husky with passion.
"Yes it was. I love you so very much Fiona. I can never tell you how
much...there are no words." He reached to cover them both with a
blanket and brought her even closer to him.
"I know how much Trevor, because that is how much I love you." Fiona
stroked her hand over his chest. His warmth and the aftermath of their
loving were making her sleepy.
"Go to sleep baby. I am right here."
"I love you Trevor."
"I love you too. You are my Fioghra."
"You will have to tell me what that means at breakfast." Fiona smiled
sleepily.
"There is a lot more Gaelic I want to teach you." Trevor needed a brief
Gaelic refresher from his parents. After all, asking Fiona to marry him
in English wouldn't help her learn Gaelic. He smiled to himself and
fell asleep, his arms around the woman he loved. He couldn't remember
anything being so right.
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