Page 14 of Tempting Irish
“Like I said, I was young and stupid. I plan on having it removed when I saveenough.”
“Yer parents must have beenpissed.”
She lets out a hard laugh. “Yeah. My…father.” The word comes out in a sneer. “He was creative in hisdiscipline.”
Her words leave an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach, and make me wonder just how severe the punishmentwas.
She moves back to hersuitcases.
“What brings ye toIreland?”
Sifting through one of her bags, she doesn’t answer until she finds what she was searching for; a light, cotton robe, that she quickly puts on, wrapping it around her like abarrier.
“Family,” shemumbles.
“Ye’reIrish?”
Her lips press together, a narrow line denting between her brows. A small nod is her onlyresponse.
“Have ye been herebefore?”
She gives a small sigh, glancing out the hotel window with its view of Dublin, then answers. “A long timeago.”
I notice the way she seems to close in on herself with each question I ask, which makes me even more interested in what she’s notsaying.
She’s trouble, my brain warnsagain.
“Most women like talking about themselves,” I say lightly with a smallchuckle.
“Trust me. I’m not thatinteresting.”
“I doubt that.” Our gazes lock, the connection sparking between us again. Hot. Intense. Filled with secrets and intrigue. Everything I try to stay away from. Because the last thing I need in my life are morecomplications.
But, damn, if I’m not drawn to her. Want to know more about her. And hell, if I’m not aching, desperately to remove the clothes that separate us, and torture her with touches and kisses until she’s ready to tell me every deep, dark, intimate secret she’shiding.
“Fucking pussy,” I mumble under my breath, knowing it’s exactly what Shane would call me if he heard my thoughts rightnow.
“Excuse me?” Her brows drawdown.
I cough. “How long are yestaying?”
“I don’t know yet. A week. Maybe two. I haven’tdecided.”
“No job, or boyfriend to go backto?”
She shakes her head, not willing toelaborate.
My phone vibrates, and I frown when Aiden’s name pops up on the display. But I know if I don’t answer, he’ll keep calling until Ido.
“What?” I bark out, glancing over at Bree, who’s knelt over her suitcase, giving me a perfect view of herass.
“Jeesuz, ye’re a fecking moodybastard.”
I grunt, notdisagreeing.
“Wanted to make sure ye’reokay.”
“Emer make yecall?”
