Page 20 of Taming Irish

“You know who they are?” Iask.

She gives me a look like I’ve lost my mind. “Are you kidding me? Whodoesn’t?”

“Um…”

“You’re kidding, right? They’re only the hottest Irish band sinceU2-”

“So I’veheard.”

“Cillian Gallagher is so my celebrity crush right now,” she continues, fanning her face exaggeratingly. “Too bad he’s already taken. They all are, I think. Except for Hayes, but from what I hear he’s a bit of a player. Still...” She winks at me. “He’s got this whole rugged, bad boy charm that could melt evenyourpanties.”

I snort. “Yeah, because that’s what I need rightnow.”

“Maybe it’s exactly what you need,” she saysseriously.

“Do I have to remind you about myex?”

“Chad was an asshole. Big difference. What you need is someone who’ll break you free from your vow ofcelibacy.”

“I don’t need the complication of a relationship rightnow.”

“Who said anything about a relationship? I’m talking about primal, toe-curling, life-alteringorgasms.”

I chuckle. “God, you’re so bad.” But her words pull my memories back to the conversation on the plane, and the gorgeous man whose number is still in myphone.

“What’s that look?” Quinn asks, squinting at me from thescreen.

“What look?” I can’t help the blush that creeps into mycheeks.

“That one.” She points a finger. “Thereisa guy, isn’t there? You’ve been holding out onme.”

“No. Ijust…”

“I knew it.Spill.”

“It was nothing. Just some guy on theplane-”

“But he washot?”

“Yes.” I sigh, and admit, “He washot.”

I can’t close my eyes without seeing his face. His deep dimples that cut into both cheeks. His bottomless dark green eyes that sizzled with both flirtatious humor and dark, unbridledpassion.

“And?”

“And nothing.” I shrug. “He gave me his phone number,but-”

“You’re going to call him.” It’s a demand, rather than aquestion.

“No. He’s from Dublin. That’s like two or more hours away from where I am. And even if it wasn’t,I…”

“You’re scared.” Her eyessoften.

I take a slow deep breath. “Maybe.”

“At some point, you’re going to need to move on.” Her gaze sharpens on me, and she adds, “Chaddid.”

“I don’t need areminder.”

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