Desiring the Reilly Brothers: The Tempting Mrs Reilly / Whatever Reilly Wants... / The Last Reilly Standing. Maureen Child

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СКАЧАТЬ What was between he and Tina wasn’t anyone’s business. Not even his brothers.

      “Right,” Connor said from beside him and reached for a tortilla chip out of the basket in the center of the table. “You’re just avoiding going home because you hate the dogs.”

      “I do,” Brian reminded him.

      “Uh-huh,” Liam put in, “but they’ve never kept you away from home.”

      “Fine.” He threw both hands up in mock surrender, then reached for his beer. Taking a long swig, he swallowed, then said, “You guys win. Tina’s making me nuts. Happy now?”

      While his brothers grinned and nodded knowingly, Brian shifted his gaze to the crowd dotting the tables at the Lighthouse. Always, there were families. Kids, of all ages, parents, grandparents. He’d never really paid attention to them before, and maybe that was because it hurt too much to see happy families when his own marriage had ended.

      But for some reason, the last few days, all Brian had been noticing were families. His friends and their kids. Military wives driving into Parris Island to hit the Commissary for groceries. And he couldn’t help wondering if he and Tina would have had kids by now if he hadn’t insisted on a divorce. But following that thought, he wondered if he hadn’t saved them both a lot of heartache by ending things when he had.

      What if they had had kids, and then divorced? How much harder would everything be? And how unfair to children, torn between two parents.

      His gaze fastened on a little girl, no more than two or three. She had dark, curly hair and big brown eyes and looked just as he imagined a daughter of his and Tina’s would have looked. She was beautiful, he thought, just a little wistfully. And if a ping of regret sounded in his heart, then he was the only one who would know it.

      “I don’t know about the rest of you,” Aidan said, snagging a chip for himself, “but I’m real happy to hear it.”

      “Oh, me, too,” Connor put in. “Good to know I’m not the only one suffering here.”

      “You guys are lightweights,” Liam said with a sly smile.

      “Hey,” Connor argued, “you’ve had a few years to deal with this whole, ‘no women’ thing. We’re new to it, thank God.”

      “And not long for it,” Aidan remarked, pointing his beer at Brian. “At least, one of us isn’t.”

      Brian bristled. Sure, things were tougher than he’d thought and damn, he’d come close to losing the bet—and himself—in Tina the other night. But he’d stayed strong. Stayed dedicated.

      Stayed frustrated.

      “Don’t worry about me, boys,” he said tightly. “I’m doing fine.”

      “Right. That’s why you’re here with us instead of at home.”

      Brian ignored Connor and looked at his older brother. “You enjoying this, Liam?”

      “I am,” he said and cradled his bottle of beer between his palms. Slanting a look at Brian, he said, “You know, maybe there’s a reason Tina’s in town right now.”

      “Sure. It’s fate, huh?” Brian said with a snort.

      “Would it be so surprising?”

      “Yeah, it would. I don’t believe in fate,” Brian said flatly. “We make our own decisions.”

      Aidan and Connor exchanged a glance and a shrug, then kept quiet and listened.

      “And if you make the wrong decisions?” Liam asked.

      “Then you pay for them.”

      “Like you’re paying now?” Liam mused.

      “Who says I’m paying?” Brian argued and when his voice got a little loud, he winced and hunched his shoulders as a woman at the table next to them gave him a quick look. “Damn it, Liam, Tina has nothing to do with this bet.”

      “I’m not talking about the stupid bet, Brian,” his brother said softly, as if only the two of them were at the table. “I’m talking about you letting Tina walk out of your life.”

      “That’s over and done,” he murmured, refusing to look at any of his brothers. Instead, he stared at the label on his beer bottle and picked at the edges of it with a thumbnail.

      “Is it really?” Liam said on a sigh. “I wonder. If it were really over, wouldn’t you feel safe going home?”

      Brian snapped him a look then swept his gaze over Connor and Aidan who were both doing their damnedest to look invisible.

      Scowling at his sudden discomfort, Brian reached for his wallet, pulled out a bill and tossed it onto the table. Then standing up, he looked down at his brothers, but focused solely on Liam. “I’m trying to stay away from Tina for her sake, if you’ve just really gotta know what I’m doing.”

      “Okay,” Liam said nodding. “I’ll buy that, if you can.”

      “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      “I think you know, Brian. You just don’t want to admit it.”

      “I don’t remember asking for advice, Father,” Brian pointed out, feeling his temper spike.

      “You’re right,” Liam said and he smiled again, even wider this time, as if to prove to both of them that Brian’s temper didn’t worry him. “But consider this a freebie.” He leaned forward, forearms on the table and stared steadily into Brian’s eyes. “You’re not avoiding Tina for her sake, Brian. You’re doing it for your own. You’re hiding from her because you don’t want to admit that you never should have let her go.”

      “Bullsh—”

      “Ah,” Liam said grinning, “fascinating, well-thought-out argument.”

      Brian huffed out a breath, dug in his pockets for his car keys, then glared at the booth full of Reillys. “You guys are making me even more nuts than Tina!”

      He stomped off, and after a second or two, Aidan held up one hand toward the waitress and silently ordered another round of beers for the table. Then he glanced first at Connor, then at Liam. “Brian’s a dead man,” he said, smiling.

      “Oh, yeah,” Connor said, “a goner.”

      “I’ll drink to that,” Liam said and lifted his beer. “A toast. To Brian. May Tina make him suffer before taking him back.”

      “Amen.”

      “Ooh-rah.”

      Tina sat on the edge of the bathtub in the tiny bathroom, dressed only in a towel and reminded herself that this was what she’d come home for. Since she’d first hit town, Tina had started off every day the very same way—taking her temperature. And every day, she’d waited, wondering if this was the optimum day for conception or not. Then every day, she’d faced a mixture of disappointment mingled with relief.

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