and sulked while Darcy dragged her up the hill to the Gallagher house through a drizzling rain that sent puffs of mist creeping behind them. 'Trevor's a right to give me the boot for this.'
'He won't.' Darcy took a firmer hold on Brenna's arm. 'And you're entitled to a morning break, aren't you? Been on the job already since half-six. I need twenty minutes of your precious time.'
'You could have had it while I was working.'
'It's a private matter, and I could hardly ask Jude to waddle her way down there, could I, in the wet.'
'At least tell me what this is about, then.'
'I'm doing it all at once, so you'll just have to wait five more flaming minutes.' Puffing a bit-Brenna was small, but it wasn't an easy matter to pull a reluctant woman of any size up that steep hill-Darcy continued down the little walkway between Jude's wet flowers.
She didn't knock, and as the door was never locked, she hauled Brenna inside, where her work boots, unwiped, tracked mud down the hallway to the kitchen.
They looked so cozy there, Jude and Aidan, sharing breakfast at the old table, and the big dog sprawled hopefully under it. The smell of toast and tea and flowers hung in the air. It gave Darcy a little jolt in the center, made her wonder why she'd never before realized how satisfying such quiet moments could be. How intimate they were.
'Good morning.' Jude glanced over, and in a credit to friendship, said nothing about the mud. 'Do you want some breakfast?'
'No,' Darcy said just as Brenna moved forward to snag a piece of toast from the rack. 'We didn't come to eat,' she continued, aiming a lowering look at her friend. 'I need a word with you, Jude. In private. Go away, Aidan.'
'I haven't finished my breakfast.'
'Finish it at the pub.' Neat and deft, Darcy slapped the remainder of his bacon on toast, scooped the bit of egg left on his plate on top of it, and held it out. 'There. Now off with you. This is women's business here.'
'A fine thing this is, a fine thing for a man to be shoved from his own table, out of his own house.' He may have grumbled, but he got up and shrugged into his jacket. 'Females are rarely worth the trouble they take. Except this one,' he added and leaned down to kiss Jude.
'Bill and coo later,' Darcy ordered. 'Brenna only has a few minutes as it is.'
'You might as well go.' Resigned now, Brenna got herself a cup, brought it back to the table to enjoy some tea with her toast. 'She's on a tear.'
'I'm going. I'll expect you to be on time,' he said to Darcy. He kissed Jude again, lingering over it as much to please himself as to annoy his sister.
He snapped his fingers at Finn, waiting while the dog happily scrambled out. 'Come along with me, lad. They don't want our kind here.' He strode out, Finn prancing behind him. 'Take a lie-down,' Aidan shouted, then the door slammed.
'You look a little tired,' Brenna commented, pursing her lips as she studied Jude. 'Aren't you sleeping well these nights?'
'The baby was feeling frisky last night.' Jude ran her hands in slow circles over her belly, thrilled at the impatient ripple under her palms. 'Kept me awake. I don't mind, really. It's a lovely feeling.'
'You need to nap when he naps.' Brenna decided to have another piece of toast, and began to load this one with jam. 'That's what I've heard, and do the same once he pops out as well. Sleep becomes a precious thing. How are the childbirth classes going?'
'Oh, they're fascinating. Wonderful. Terrifying. The last one-'
'If you don't mind,' Darcy interrupted, 'I've something I need to discuss. I'd hope my two closest friends in the world would have some interest.'
Brenna only rolled her eyes, but Jude tucked her tongue in her cheek, folded her hands on the table. 'Of course we're interested. What is it?'
'It's-' She found the words stuck in her throat. Hissing, she grabbed Brenna's tea and gulped it down over her friend's annoyed protest. 'I'm in love with Trevor.'
'Christ Jesus!' Brenna snatched her cup back. 'You've dragged me up here for that?'
'Brenna.' Jude spoke softly, her eyes on Darcy's face. 'She means it.'
'The girl's always making a stage production out of-' But Brenna trailed off, getting a good look at Darcy herself. 'Oh. Oh, well, then.' With a laugh, she leaped to her feet and gave Darcy a smacking kiss on the mouth. 'Congratulations.'
'I didn't win a bloody raffle.' Disgusted, she dropped into a chair. 'Why did it happen this way?' Dismissing Brenna as useless, she appealed to Jude. 'Without me having time to prepare or figure on it. It's like a punch in the face, and I have to keep my balance here, as I'll not be knocked on my ass by any man.'
'You've knocked more than your share of them on theirs,' Brenna pointed out. 'Seems you're due for some of the same. I like him.' She took a huge bite of toast and jam. 'I think he suits you.'
'Why?'
'Hold that thought.' Jude lifted a ringer. 'Darcy, does he make you happy?'
'How do I know?' She threw up her hands, then pushed back from the table. 'I'm feeling too many things at the moment to know if happy is one of them. Oh, don't give me those smug, married-ladies' smiles. I like his company. I've never known a man I like being with so much as Trevor. Just being with him. I'd look forward to seeing him even without the sex, and that's saying quite a bit, as the sex is fantastic.'
She hesitated for a moment, then continued. 'And last night, after we'd made love it just happened. It's like a slamming into you, so you can't get your air proper and the blood drains right out of your head and your joints go weak. I've never been so furious. What business does he have making me fall in love with him before I'm damn good and ready and have decided it's what I want?'
'Oh, he's a bounder all right,' Brenna said cheerfully. 'Why, the nerve of that man.'
'Oh, shut up. I should've known you'd take his part.'
'Darcy.' Brenna took her hand, and though the humor still brightened her eyes, there was an understanding in them that blew away Darcy's resentment. 'He's what you've always wanted. He's handsome and clever and rich.'
'That's part of the problem, isn't it?' Jude laid a hand over theirs, formed a unit. 'He's what you've always wanted, or told yourself you did. Now that you've found him, you wonder if it's real. And if it is, will he believe it?'
'I didn't know it would be this way.' The tears wanted to come, and here, with friends, she let them. 'I thought it would be fun, a lark. And easy. But it's not. I've always been able to tell what's going on inside a man, but I can't with him. He's a slick one, Trevor is, and slippery. God, I love that about him.'
That made her cry harder and reach for a napkin to wipe her face. 'Oh, if he knew what a mess he'd made out of me, he'd be so pleased about it.'
'You may be right, but not,' Jude added, 'for the reasons you might think. He has feelings for you. They show.'
'He has feelings, all right.' Some of the bitterness came through now, and she savored the taste of it on her tongue, as she might a medicine that cured madness. 'He's talked to Carrick.'
'I knew it.' Triumphant, Brenna slapped a hand on the table. 'I knew you'd be the third. You knew, didn't you, Jude?'
'Logically, it followed.' But Jude was watching Darcy again. 'You haven't seen Carrick, or Gwen, have you?'
'Apparently neither of them has time to chat with the likes of me.' And she wasn't sure if she was relieved or annoyed by the fact. 'However, they've time for Magee. He told me that Carrick's aiming toward the two of us, and wanted me to know-made it very clear-that he's no intention of falling in love with the legend. He's not looking for love and vows of forever from me, no indeed. He wants me,' she muttered, her eyes going dark, narrowing, sparking. 'In bed, and for his recording label. I've accommodated him on the first, to our mutual enjoyment, and I may just accommodate him on the second. But he's going to find Darcy Gallagher doesn't come cheap.'
Jude felt a twinge of apprehension. 'What do you have in mind?'
Her eyes might have been wet, but determination flashed through them. 'I'll have him crawling, belly down, before I'm done with him.'
