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I hoped so, because I could see myself wearing a lot of long-sleeved tops in the future otherwise. Over time, it would fade to a lighter colour. It healed a few weeks ago, and Kane assured me it was an angry reddish colour because it was brand new. I glanced down to my forearm then, sighing at the newly formed scar. I wasn’t exactly happy about the prospect of sitting on my arse twenty-four-seven when it was all I had been doing for the last eight weeks, but if it helped my leg get stronger then it was something I would just have to do.

My knee and shin were nicely healed, but they were still prone to damage so I had to take things easy, which meant I had to continue to sit down a lot. Two days prior, the cast I wore on my broken leg for the past eight weeks was removed. Keela Daley-who was still my best friend for some strange reason-was sitting on my settee and acting as a leg rest for my swollen limbs. Instead, I focused on the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that stood behind Keela. I winced when his voice filled the sitting room.Īh, bollocks, I muttered under my breath and avoided looking over to the doorway where I knew he stood. Just give me a little bit of that biscuit, I won’t tell-" "Keela, please, I whimpered, feeling close to tears. If I didn’t get the sugary, crunchy goodness into my rumbling belly soon I would go on a rampage that would put Nico Slater to shame. That was what I was currently experiencing and it was all because of a stupid biscuit. If Big Phil wants to hurt those dearest to her, he is going to have one hell of a fight on his hands.Īideen worships Kane, and what Aideen worships, Aideen shelters.

He watches them from afar, hoping he can break their family.Īideen's instincts to protect her own are stronger than ever. Without even trying, he ruins things and causes problems. Neither of them talk about it, but the shadow's lingering presence casts doubt over their relationship.īig Phil worked his way into their minds many weeks ago and rooted himself as the haunting figure. They're both caught up with the expected arrival of their little one, but in the back of their minds is a shadow that won't fade away. He just has to survive a few more weeks of murderous hormonal outbursts, and all will be well… or so he hopes.

Little does he know that Aideen is both literally and figuratively a ticking time bomb. He is about to become a father for the first time with the woman he loves. She is at her wits' end with her eon long pregnancy, her new-found paranoia, but mostly she is fed up with her boyfriend's constant hovering and nit-picking. *Book #3.5 in the Slater Brothers series.*Īideen Collins is fed up.