A Broken Us (London Lover Series Book 1) by Amy Daws Page B

touching each other as
our breathing slows.
    “That’s definitely packing more in when I just
finally got unpacked,” I say, looking down at my hands, still on his firm
chest.
    “Maybe you won’t have to unpack again?” he
questions, gently rubbing my arms with his warm hands.
    “I don’t know what’s packed and what’s not packed
anymore,” I reply, pulling away from him and turning around to look back at the
skaters for distraction.
    “Have dinner with me,” he says, in a rush,
looking at me earnestly while I continue to look away.
    “I don’t know.”
    “Sure you do. You fancy me, I fancy you. What’s
not to know?” he questions.
    “It’s so much more complicated than that.”
    “It’s not, though. It’s incredibly simple.
Dinner, drinks? Anything.”
    That kiss was good. It was damn good. It wasn’t
Brody, but it sure made me feel like a woman again. And speaking of Brody and
women, he was off doing God knows what with Bitchy Bitcherson Old Balls Olivia . Why am I feeling so
damn guilty about considering Liam?
    “Do you know what a, um, tarts and vicars party is?” I ask him.
    He smiles sweetly at me and leans back on the
bleachers with his arms draped out wide. “I’ve heard of the theme, yes.”
    “What is it? Frank won’t tell me and made me
promise not to look it up online! He said he’s taking care of my costume and
all I have to do is show up!”
    Liam laughs softly and says, “Far be it for me
to reveal Frank’s surprise.”
    “I’m so mad at myself for not knowing! I’ve
read tons of British Chick-Lit novels and I’ve never come across it!”
    “Did you never read Bridget Jones’ Diary?” he
asks.
    A light turns on as the memory comes flooding
back into my brain.
    “Oh God,” I groan, and Liam laughs softly. I
drop my head and cover my eyes.
    “When is this party?” he asks.
    “Day after tomorrow,” I reply, scowling at the
realization that Frank is going to make me look like a huge skank or an ugly
priest.
    He nods.
    “You could come if you want,” I offer him. “I
almost regret bringing it up to you now because Lord knows what Frank is going
to dress me in…but screw it, I don’t care. You can come if it sounds like
something you want to do.”
    He nods his head thoughtfully with the side of
his mouth turned up. I know I’m not offering him a date like he wants, but this
is the best I can do for now. A social setting seems much safer than an
official date. I know Brody is off being a disgusting puke and hanging out with Oldie Olivia , but jeez. I went from
trying to have a baby with someone to dating again. I need to tread lightly.
    “Should I be a tart or a vicar?” he asks.
    “How the hell should I know? I just figured out
what this whole damn theme is,” I reply, sullenly. “Frank is going to make me
look like a fool,” I pout.
    Liam tips my chin up, “Impossible. Cheer up
now, I think the party sounds fun. What time?”
    “Frank said no proper London party starts
before 11, so I guess anytime after that.”
    “I’ll be there.” He stands up to leave and
starts to walk away, then stops, turns around and comes back. He bends down
quickly and presses his lips to mine, leaning me back onto the bleacher. Once
the shock wears off and my lips relax, he widens his kiss, shooting flutters up
and down my entire body.
    He pulls away, but before standing up straight,
he whispers in my ear, “I hope your under-carriage remembers that until the
party, Finley.”
    What have
I got myself in to?
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN

 
 
    Brody kneels beside my mattress and gently
strokes my cheek to rouse me awake. I purr with pleasure at the familiar
feeling of his hands on my face.
    “Finley,” he breathes on my face, “I’ve missed
you so incredibly much.” He groans as he leans in, whispering in my ear, “You
have no idea how much I dream about you just like this.” He keeps his cheek
next to mine as he slowly pulls the lavender bed sheet down my body.
    I follow