Page 26 of Arse Over Irish Teacup
That hadn’t sounded the least bit antagonistic! Things were about to get interesting. “I think you can do better than ‘fine’. Come on.” He waited a beat, staring Beth down with his troublemaking eyes, until he saw a spark in hers, and if he wasn’t mistaken, the corner of Beth’s mouth twitched. All she needed was a little nudge. “I’ll start. I bet if you slapped her hair, your hand would break.”
“You’re so bad!”
“Come on. You don’t agree?”
“Maybe.”
“Come on, Spinner. Let it rip. There’s nobody listening but me.”
“Her skirt could be a size larger and if she pulls her face any tighter her ears will touch in the back of her head.” The flight atten—nope. This broad was definitely a stewardess—walked past them again and dropped something on the floor beside another male passenger that she of course had to bend over to get. “Does she know how buttons work? She’s trying too hard. Is there any part of her that isn’t plastic? She must have to unscrew her jaw every night. But still, men check her out.”
“I doubt that.”
“You did.”
“No, I—okay, maybe but that was only for not even a second.” Beth had misinterpreted his look towards the blonde for affection. Wait, Beth had noticed him looking at helmet-hair? He hadn’t expected that.
“She looks like Nightmare on Harlot Street. I bet she plays the violin with her teeth.”
Now the flood gates were open! Aidan’s mouth dropped open as his outburst of laughter erupted. Sweet Bethany had quite a delightful attitude when she was lit.
But Beth sounded jealous.
What did she have to be jealous about? Aidan wasn’t hers. He wasn’t even a friend, he was barely an acquaintance. Bethany Spinner, jealous? Whatever.
“Did I shock you?” she asked.
“A little,” he said with a grin. “But I like this side of you.” He really liked this side of her!
Aidan had a great smile when he let it split his face. A smile Beth was sure she had seen somewhere before. “You know, you look familiar. Have we met before?”
“No.” He wouldn’t have forgotten her.
She looked at him for another minute. There was definitely something about him. “Are you from Minnesota?”
“No, I’m not.”
“I didn’t think so. You don’t sound like us.”
He grinned. No, he didn’t sound like her. Even her voice was adorable. “I moved there about a year ago. I came on an ice fishing trip with some friends and liked the place so much that I moved there.”
Beth offered to share her food with Aidan and he accepted, taking an orange slice. As she placed a slice of Irish cheddar on a cracker she asked, “You said you were in a bad mood. Is that my fault?”
“No. It’s something else.”
Something he didn’t care to talk about, obviously, or he would have said what that something was. But Beth was desperate for a distraction and since she had told him her story, crushed his foot and soaked his shirt she sort of figured they were old friends by now. So, she continued asking questions.
“Are you going to Ireland for fun?”
He’d already told her about his sister but since she was scared witless he would overlook it. He leaned over, took a slice of cheese and a cracker and settled in for a chat. “My sister is getting married.”
“How nice!”
“Not exactly. This will be husband number four.”
Cripes! His sister will have had four husbands and Beth couldn’t find even one! “You don’t like her fiancé?”
“I’ve never met him but I doubt he’s any different from the others. She hasn’t got the sense God gave a goose.” Aidan spotted the flight attendant that wasn’t Helmet-hair and gestured to his empty glass, asking for another.
