A Triple Scoop of I Scream by Gabrielle Holly Read Free Book Online

whisper.
    The men sat back on their heels and allowed Bridget to ease Toni up.
    Bridget brought her eyes in line with Toni’s and seemed to make sure Toni was fully engaged before speaking.
    “Ready?”
    Toni nodded. Bridget glared at Liam and Thomas. They stood and joined Mike in the hall.
    “Easy does it. We don’t need any more excitement. Agreed?”
    Toni nodded. “Agreed.”
    For such a skinny little thing, Bridget O’Malley was plenty strong. Toni supposed she outweighed her earth-angel by half, but the redhead smoothly raised both of them to their feet without so much as a struggling grunt.
    Toni found her feet and looped her arm around Bridget’s waist. The two walked from the haunted bathroom and into the hallway. It took no more than a glance from O’Malley’s green eyes to make all three men flatten against the wall and let the women pass. Bridget maintained her grip on Toni’s waist as she paused and turned to address the shuffling and uneasy men.
    “Michael, please grab Toni’s suitcase. It’s over by the sink. Liam and Thomas, why don’t you go downstairs and see if you can round up something to eat? We’ll be downstairs shortly.”
    Toni smiled up at Bridget with an overwhelming mix of gratitude and adoration.
    Yes, quite clearly, this tall, skinny, doe-eyed redhead is some sort of angel.
     
    * * * *
     
    The kitchen smelt heavenly. Toni caught herself moaning in pleasure and glanced up at three amused faces. She swallowed a spoonful of beef stew and shrugged. “I was really hungry.”
    Bridget slid the bread basket across the table. “I can imagine. You haven’t eaten in more than twenty-four hours.”
    Toni shook her head in disbelief, then dipped a hunk of crusty sourdough into her bowl. She popped it into her mouth and couldn’t help but moan again.
    “Don’t eat so fast, you’ll get sick,” Bridget scolded.
    “Mm, but it’s so good!”
    “Liam’s quite the cook,” Bridget agreed.
    “It’s just leftovers,” he said.
    Toni stole a glance at Thomas, who frowned and drew a deep breath through his nose.
    “You made this stew?” Toni asked, pointing her crust towards Liam.
    Liam favoured her with a dazzling smile. “The bread too.”
    Toni examined the morsel. “You bake?”
    Thomas humphed and let his slice fall into his bowl.
    Liam looked like he was trying to keep the self-satisfied grin off his face. He failed. “The Italian side of my family were bakers—six generations back, all the way to Sicily.”
    Toni felt a thrill zip up her spine. She’d never cared much about genealogy, but she suddenly found herself romanticising the notion of two Italians—well, one and a half Italians—passionately playing. The idea was very arousing.
    “And the Irish side?” she asked, perplexed by the twitch between her legs.
    “We just love to eat,” Liam said.
    The corner of his mouth jerked upward and Toni’s body reacted as if there were a direct line between his lips and her pussy.
    Thomas pushed away from the table, gathered up his dishes and held out his hand for Bridget’s. “Done?”
    Bridget bit back a smile and handed him her empty bowl. Mike started to hand over his as well but froze when he saw the look on Thomas’ face. Mike jumped to his feet. “Let me give you a hand with the dishes, Thomas.”
    Toni took a gulp of ice water and slid her bowl from the edge of the table. She watched Thomas stack the dishes in the sink and cross to the stove to retrieve the stockpot. He seemed as if he was trying to look everywhere but at Toni. A wave of guilt washed over her. She’d been so ravenous, she’d all but blocked out the spectacle in the upstairs bathroom. With nothing but the sound of clattering dishes and running water to distract her, it all came rushing back.
    “Thomas,” she started quietly.
    When he didn’t turn from the sink she raised her voice. “Thomas.”
    He turned.
    “Why don’t you guys leave that for later? I think we need to talk about what’s