Page 6 of Taming Irish

Terror seizes me as the plane seems to fall from thesky.

“Oh my God, Oh my God…” The words come out in a rush, over and over again, and my eyes clampshut.

When the plane steadies, and the stewardess begins to speak over the intercom again, maintaining that we hit alittleturbulence, I finally let out the breath I was holdingin.

“Ye all right?” Shane’s deep voice says gruffly against mycheek.

I open my eyes and see our joined hands, but I don’t pull away like I know I should. “Y-yes.”

He reaches out with his other hand and brushes my hair away from my cheek, then cups my chin and forces me to look at him. “Yesure?”

It only takes a glance and I’m lost in his eyes again. Whoever said there’s no such thing as an instant connection obviously never met thisman.

“I…” My tongue darts out over my dry lips. “I think I’ll take that drinknow.”

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