Page 58 of Tempting Irish
Chapter 17
Owen
“Get in the car, Bree,”I growl out when she doesn’t move, standing there, rooted to the ground like a fuckingstatue.
Dark, wet hair hangs around her pale face, her lips tinged slightly blue from the cold. But, still, she gives me a look of stubborn defiance, like she’s actually contemplating walking rather than letting me driveher.
Finally, her chest heaves in resignation and she starts towards thecar.
“Emer said Aiden was picking me up,” she mumbles when she shuts the door, dripping all over the leatherseats.
“Well, ye got me instead,” I say, pulling out onto theroad.
I can practically feel her eyes roll besideme.
Despite the blaring heat, she continues to shiver. I glance over at her and regret it immediately. Her wet clothes cling to her curves, her nipples straining against the almost translucent pink cotton of hershirt.
“Here.” Keeping one hand on the wheel, I pull my hoodie over my head and hand it to her. “Put iton.”
“Thank you,” she mutters, then rests her head on the seat, glancing out the sidewindow.
“Ye’re angry atme.”
“No.” She pulls her knees up to her chest, making her look vulnerable, despite the wall she’s so easily barricaded herself with. “I just don’t want alecture.”
“And ye think I’m going to give yeone.”
“You keep saying I’m trouble, and I guess I provedit.”
“Ye are trouble. But that’s not the kind Imeant.”
She frowns at me. “Did they not give you the memo that you’re kind of a rock god? Isn’t trouble supposed to be your middlename?”
Ichuckle.
“Shane gets in enough trouble for all of us.” I can’t help the grin that plays at my lips. “So, ye think I’m a rockgod?”
She shakes her head, but I see the smile that strains at her mouth. “You definitely got the cocky partdown.”
Silence stretches between us, and I flip on the radio to counter it. One of Wild Irish’s songs is justending.
“Does that ever get old? Hearing yourself on the radio?” sheasks.
“No. It’s still surreal. All ofit.”
“You’ve got the life you alwayswanted.”
“Yeah.” Except that it feels empty.Pointless.
“Are you upset that the tour’sover?”
“Change is always hard. But I’ve been talking with Shane about starting our own recording studio inDublin.”
“What about WildIrish?”
“We’ll still record when we can. But I don’t think Aiden and Cillian will want to tour again. At least, not for awhile.”
“Are you allowed to do that? Nottour?”
