Bassist Instinct (The Rocker Series #2) Read Online Free PDF

you even know how to drive?” Tess said as she came around him and took Fiona’s arm and tugged her inside. Tate grabbed his heart.
    “That was a swift blow to the bollox, lass. Did she learn that in school?” He said accusingly at Fiona who laughed.
    “I didn’t teach her that,” Fiona said playing along.
    “Come in, Fiona,” Tess said. “Meet the rest of my family.”
    “Please tell me he’s not your mother’s husband,” Fiona said.
    “See, she’s interested,” Tate said smiling smugly at them. “I told you I wasn’t married, though.”
    “People will say all sorts of things to women they pick up off the street,” she said and he laughed again.
    “I’ll never lie to you, lassie,” he put his hand over his heart and looked very solemn.
    “No he’s not,” Tess brought the conversation back around. “My mother’s husband is Connor, I’m guessing he’s in the kitchen, from the racket I hear coming from that direction. Was it really you who rode into the car today?”
    “I’m afraid so,” Fiona said.
    “Are you okay?” Tess reached out to examine Fiona’s hands. There was a large scrape on her left palm. Fiona chuckled.
    “That’s the first thing I did, too. I’m fine, a little bruised here and there, but no permanent damage. Nothing’s broken.” Tate looked over Fiona’s shoulder as Tess examined her hands. She must be a musician, he thought with delight, and a good one too, from Tess’s concern. How intriguing, he thought.
    “Except for my heart when she rode away,” Tate said, unable to not flirt with her.
    Xav was coming down the steps and Tess stopped him.
    “Fiona, this is my little brother, Xavier Du Pre. Xav, this is Fiona Brooks, my musical theory professor,” she said over the caterwauling in the next room. Xav smiled and shook her hand. Connor and Ryan were singing “How much is that doggie in the window?” While the twins barked their heads off.
    “Right about now you’re wondering what you got talked into, I bet,” Xav said with a laugh. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Brooks.”
    “Call me Fiona. It’s nice to meet you, too,” she said.
    “Well come in, Fiona, just ignore Tate,” Xav said. Tate threw his arms wide.
    “I am standing right here and I can bloody hear you plain as day,” Tate said. Xav smiled at him. Amelia and Alasdair Fleming came in and shook Fiona’s hand and sat her down in the living room after Alasdair took her coat and hung it in the front hall closet.
    “Tess has told us all about you, my dear,” Alasdair said to her.
    “And she has been remarkably reticent about telling me about any of you,” Fiona said smiling at him.
    Xav laughed. “Can you blame her?” Xav cocked his head to the kitchen just as a very loud howl erupted from there.
    “Xavier lad, would you inform your mother Dr. Brooks has arrived?” Alasdair asked his grandson. Xav smiled mischievously at him.
    “I think she should come back and meet everyone, Lally. See them in action, don’t you?”
    “Good thinking lad, rip the plaster right off,” Tate said putting his hand out to Fiona who took it and stood.
    “That means Band-Aid,” Xav explained. Fiona laughed and nodded.
    “I know, my father’s Irish.”
    “So’s mine, we have so much in common already,” Tate said.
    “So it’s kind of like the UN in here, you’re Irish,” she pointed to Tate. “You’re Scottish,” she pointed to Alasdair, and then turned to Tess and Xav. “And you two have French names.”
    “I told you, well-travelled and funny,” Tess said grinning.
    They smiled at each other as Tate escorted her back to the kitchen and swung the door wide.
    The scene was even better than any of them could have anticipated. Ryan stood next to his boys who sat strapped into highchairs at the small table, he was covered in cranberry sauce, having just had it launched at his face by his younger, by seven minutes, son. Genna, Christie and Piper were laughing, doubled over clutching at each other.