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Daryl's Irish Destiny

A Family to Be Proud of

They sat down in her lounge on the sofa. Daryl had picked up her little orange cat Joe as he came in and sat down with him curled against his chest. Niamh watched the little cat purr under Daryl’s strong fingers and felt strangely jealous of the attention Joe was getting. Friday couldn’t come soon enough, obviously. She knew she agreed to let Daryl take her out but she thought she would also let him kiss her as soon as their professional relationship was at a close. Despite her ordeal last year, her body ached for some contact. It had been too long and this man was a heady mixture of shy and protective, safe and sexy.

Clearing her throat, she opened folder containing the research she had done into the Robinson family and carried on her story from the afternoon. There were only a few more details on Menzies Robinson left to share before she moved onto his heirs. Daryl noted the spelling of the name. “This is spelled M.e.n.z.i.e.s, but you’ve been calling him “Mingus”.” He said. “Yeah, the name is old Scots Gaelic, Daryl. It’s pronounced Mingus.” He hummed his interest and she carried on.

Niamh leaned forward to flip through the file on the table, the smooth muscles under her skin moving and catching his eye. He could smell more of her scent as she moved and soon felt his head swimming with her proximity and his attraction to her.

“Here.” Niamh leaned toward him, handing him over a grainy print off from an old newspaper article. Daryl took it from her, making sure to brush his fingers over hers, desperate to touch her. She jolted a bit at the contact and Daryl wondered suddenly if she felt the same electric heat he did whenever they touched. If he was a betting man, he’d have put every dollar to his name on that particular horse based on her reaction to him. She stuttered as she explained. “Th…that’s Conor’s death notice in the Newry Reporter from July 2nd, 1904.”

Daryl read through the article which read like a list of praise for all the charitable works and humanitarian efforts his great great grandfather Conor had been known for. The prose was very flowery and complimentary and Daryl felt a smile creep across his face as he got a sense of the man his ancestor was. “There are a couple of sentences that jumped out at me.” Niamh said and pointed to them with a slim finger. “There…’Many in Newry are not aware of all that Mr. Robinson did for his fellow man, with no regard to their religious belief, affiliations or station in life. He was a champion of the downtrodden and destitute and none sing his praises higher or louder than those he helped when he had no responsibility to do so.”

Daryl felt that Niamh had really given him a gift. Her job was to find the heirs to his great uncle Sean’s legacy but she had done more than give him and Merle access to the money and property. She had given him his history, a family full of men who did the right thing when it was not expected, not approved of and not the easy thing to do. Daryl’s eyes glittered and he smiled tremulously at her. He leaned forward slowly and placed a soft kiss on her heated cheek, his whiskers surprising soft on her skin. “Thank ya. Thank ya for givin’ me a family I can be proud’a.” He whispered and Niamh squeezed his hand where it held the paper. “You are so welcome, Daryl.” She flushed with pleasure from his heartfelt acknowledgement of her efforts, his sweet thank you and the heady feeling his proximity gave her.

He stared hard at her for a moment then looked back at the paper before putting it back on the stack in the file. He stood suddenly, mumbling that it was time for him to go back to the hotel. It was nearly midnight and they wanted to get an early start on going through the content of the house the following day. He agreed to meet her for breakfast at her house before they headed out to Wulver’s Folly. She promised him a full Irish and he was curious what that meant.

Niamh leaned against her front door after Daryl passed through it. He gave her a look so full of heat and wonder before he turned and walked down her front path, Niamh nearly called him back, wanting desperately to kiss him all of a sudden. She bit her lip and closed the door instead, padding upstairs to get ready for bed, the skirt of her dress swirling softly around her thighs, the shifting satin was teasing and arousing her, and indicated to her how into this man she actually was.

Her head was suddenly swimming with confusion about this man. Since he’d stated that he wanted to date her, she was looking at him differently. She was aroused just from being in his presence and that kiss! Granted, it was only a light brush on her cheek but she felt it instantly in her breasts. The sensation of his goatee whiskers skating over her heated skin while his warm soft lips brushed her cheek made her nipples hard and started a full on ache in her lower belly. Something she hadn’t experienced at all since her last relationship ended two years ago.

Notes

Comments

Sweet Jesus carol is amazing!

Loul461 Loul461
12/6/16

So happy when I saw the update at work I just had to read it! And four chapters...bless your heart!! I've been thinking about you of late and when we might hear from you again. Wonderful update as usual, just love Merle, Daryl and Niamh together. And Carol! What an unexpected surprise. Just love her! Can't wait to read more. ;-)

Grimesgirl63 Grimesgirl63
12/6/16

@Tripper
What can I say? I love badass Carol.

Darylfan1969 Darylfan1969
12/6/16

I love the interaction between Merle. Daryl and Niamh, such a good thing got Merle to see what family does for one another.

And wow, this is a new Carol. I look forward to watching her tame the wild beast that is Merle!

Thanks for the awesome update!

Tripper Tripper
12/5/16

4 chapters added.

Darylfan1969 Darylfan1969
12/5/16