by Corinne Scott
GENRE: romantic suspense
Until Viv. Always Viv.
She pushed and pulled at him in every way imaginable without even trying. His reaction to her would always be the same; he knew that now. Viv was a part of his soul and he was fucking it up.
“Wife?” The man holding her repeated, looking at Viv.
The man still did not drop his arms from her waist, Eoin noted. “Yes, wife. Now get your damn hands off her.” Why couldn’t he keep his effing mouth shut?
“You married a Paddy, Vivian?”
“Limey bastard!” Eoin lurched forward, ready to brawl when Viv stepped between them.
“Really, Eoin? I haven’t seen you in three years and all of a sudden you’re barging in and laying claim?”
“Do I need to go, Vivi?” Avery asked.
“Vivi? What the hell?” Eoin stepped forward again. He was really going to kill this gowl. Vivian put another hand to his chest, stopping him immediately.
“Avery, would you mind coming back later? I appreciate you stopping by, and I do need the help with the gallery, but I have to talk to Eoin first.”