Copper to Red (The Dillwyns' Stories) Read Online Free

attention other that treating her like one
of the lads, take a little superficial interest in her.   She persuaded herself
that was why she wanted him to see her all made up.  Proper relationships were
not for her, as her broken heart would testify.
    Still in a
day dream, she pushed open the snug’s frosted glass door and froze.
    ~~~~
    Tom felt Jane
stiffen and pull away from his embrace.   With a mixture of alcohol, tiredness
and contentment, he opened his eyes slowly.  Relaxed. 
    He wasn’t
prepared for what he saw.  His eyes began at a sexy pair of low slung heels,
travelled up never-ending, shapely legs, moved over the tiniest skirt, up a
tight fitting t-shirt and ended up looking into a pair of smouldering eyes the
colour of malt whiskey. 
    Tom could of
sworn his tongue was on the floor when he croaked out, “Willow?”  Jane was long
forgotten. 
    He caught a
look of annoyance flick through Willow’s eyes as she took in the scene.  “Sorry,
I didn’t realise the snug had turned into a brothel.”
    “What?”
spluttered Jane as she managed to get the top button of her shift dress done
up.   Jane hit Tom, wanting him to say something in her defence, annoyed that
he was silent.
    “What?” the
jar to his ribs had made some of the fog clouding his brain clear. “Sorry.”  He
smiled weakly, looking at Willow.
    Jane huffed,
“That’s not what I meant!  She insulted me and you are just sitting there
letting her!”
    Tom turned
his glazed green eyes away from Willow and looked towards Jane, “Well, your
dress was undone.”
    Jane slid
him a chilling look.  A smack with her handbag made him realise that perhaps
his reply wasn’t the smartest move his alcohol addled brain could have come up
with.   He watched her pick up her umbrella and storm out of the snug, shoving
Willow as she passed. She threw over her shoulder, “We’re finished Tom Dillwyn.
Forever!”
    He shrugged
his shoulders at Willow, who slammed the snug door shut, after scowling at him
for a while.
    Tom sighed, what
was it with the women tonight?  He needed to get home, he must have drunk too
much.

Chapter 5
    Tom rolled
over in bed, pulling the pillow with him.  His head was pounding.  It felt like
a jackhammer was going off.  He squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn’t remember
drinking the amount that would make him feel this bad. 
    He tried to
recall the night, which was still fuzzy in his hung over brain.  Some of the it
came back to him, he cringed and stuck the pillow over his head.  He remembered
meeting Jane in the snug.  They had started drinking vodka and Cherry Bs, not
his usual drinks, which explained the thumping hangover.  He recalled, after
all her friends had left, she had got a little amorous.  Christ, that
woman had arms like an octopus!  She had been rubbing her hand up and down his
thigh all night, under the table, so her friends couldn’t see, but he could
certainly feel it.  She practically sat on his lap as soon as they were alone
in the snug.  There were only so much of her obvious come-ons that he could
successfully ignore in his inebriated state, eventually starting to kiss her
back.  What he didn’t know, being drunk, was that she had started to open the
dress that she was wearing.  If he had been sober enough to be aware of what
she was doing, he would have stopped her.  He cursed, and then cursed again
when his head pounded, he was twenty eight years old for goodness sake, not a
youth that would try and undress a woman in a public place. 
    Then he
remembered Willow had come in!  He cringed, perhaps if he was sober, he would
have cringed then as well, instead of sitting there looking dumbstruck.  But
Christ, those legs on Willow, they had stopped him in his tracks!  And she had
done something with her hair and face, she looked stunning.  Well, she looked
stunned as well as stunning, coming to think of it!  He remembered the anger
flickering in her eyes.  Tom let out a shallow moan