“I’m doing what needs to be done. Look how she’s flaunted herself up, Jude, and all to go out with some strange man. ’Tisn’t right.”

Between curses, Brenna managed to turn her head and try for a good chomp out of his torso, but she only got a mouthful of flannel. She threatened to do something so particularly vile and vicious to his manhood that Shawn cautiously tightened his grip.

Well, well, Jude thought and struggled not to be amused. “Put her down,” she said quietly. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“ I should? She might as well be naked as wearing this dress, and I should be ashamed?”

“Brenna looks lovely.” Seeing no other choice, Jude walked up to him, carefully avoiding Brenna’s kicking feet and snagged him by the ear. “Put her down.”

“Ouch! Bloody hell.” The last woman to pinch his ear in such a manner had been his own mother—and he’d been every bit as unable to defend himself. “I’m only looking out for her. All right, leave off,” he said when Jude ruthlessly twisted.

He dumped Brenna back on her feet, then took the deep breath of the aggrieved. “You don’t understand the situation,” he began, then staggered when Brenna snatched up a pan and rapped it smartly over his head.

“Bastard. I’m not your dog in the manger, and don’t you forget it.”

He gripped the edge of the sink and watched triple Brennas march to the back stairs. “She coshed me.”

“You deserved it.” But Jude took him gently by the hand. “You should sit down. It’s lucky for you she didn’t grab the cast iron, or you’d be flat on your back.”

“I don’t want her going out with some Dubliner.” Dizzy, he let Jude nudge him into a chair. “I don’t want her going ’round looking that way.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t.”

Patient, and more sympathetic than she let him know, Jude ran her fingers delicately through his hair. “You don’t always get what you want. It didn’t break the skin, but you’re going to have a bump, a good one.” Jude tipped his face up to hers, and touched by the stubborn and miserable look in his eyes, kissed him lightly. “I never realized you had such a hard head. If you don’t want Brenna going out with someone else, why haven’t you asked her to go out with you?”

He shifted in his chair. “It’s not that way.”

This time she cupped his cheek. “Isn’t it?” Leaving him stewing over that, she walked over to turn off the fish that was already burned beyond redemption.

“I don’t want it to be that way.”

Her mouth tipped up at the corners. Keeping her back to him for now, Jude got out fresh portions of fish. “I’ll have to repeat, you don’t always get what you want.”

“I do.” He got to his feet, gave himself a moment for the room to settle. “I’m careful about what I want.”

“So was I once. Wanting more’s what got me here.”