The Irishman was the first to come awake; his phone was ringing and he opened an eye and scowled, scratching his stubbled jaw as he glared at the phone.

Who the f*ck was calling him at this time of the night? he thought grumpily, reaching for it.

Bianca was nestled between them and sleeping like a baby.

O’Grady took a moment to look at her, her soft features and parted lips making him long to feel her, to take her once again.

But the phone was continuing to ring stridently.

Scowling, the Irishman picked it up.

Then he yelped as he read the message which had popped up and St...