Page 46 of Taming Irish

Her brows furrow and she frowns, but she slowly edges towardme.

I breath out, easing the tension once her warm body presses againstmine.

“I’ve never brought a girl herebefore.”

She glances up at me, giving me a look that says she doesn’t believe me. “Right.”

“Ye don’t believeme?”

“The giant box of condoms would suggestotherwise.”

I chuckle, which makes her frown deepen. “I stashed those here years ago. Perfect place for my mom not to findthem.”

She gives a little grunt and shakes her head, thenyawns.

“Ye’retired?”

“I’m not used to…drinking in the middle of theday.”

I pull her closer when I feel her start to pull away. I’m not even sure it’s a physical reaction, or more of a mental one, but it bothersme.

I hear her small sigh, but a few seconds later her body slowly relaxes into mine. Her palm and cheek rest against my chest. Minutes later, her breathing has changed, and I know she’sasleep.

I’ve never been one to be satisfied. No matter what life gave me, I’ve always wanted more, or something different. Only in my music have I ever found any realsatisfaction.

But here, now, with Makena, I feel that same sense ofcontentment.

I know it won’t last. It’s just the initial rush of something new. That’sall.

But it doesn’t make me want it, want her, anyless.

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