Page 61 of Arse Over Irish Teacup
“Because you try too hard not to like her. She’s exactly your type but better. Sweet expression, red hair, sincere eyes, on the thicker side, and she’s got a great ass?—”
“All right, all right. Can we change the subject? Don’t you have a new husband to annoy?”
Heather wanted to tell him the conversation she’d had with Beth while at the ladies’ room sinks. If she wasn’t mistaken Beth had a crush on Aidan that she was fighting just as hard as he was.
She should tell him. Right? That’s what sisters do. They tell their brother that the woman he’s secretly in love with probably loves him back.
But she knew her brother. He needed to figure this out for himself. She mushed his face between her hands and kissed him on the mouth with a loud smack.
“Hey, hey, hey! Baby, you’re not supposed to be kissing other men at our wedding!” The half-in-the-bag groom shoved his way between the siblings.
“She’s my sister,” Aidan said over the guy’s shoulder.
The groom looked at Aidan, then back at Heather. The resemblance couldn’t be mistaken. Apologizing, he excused himself to the gents.
Heather shook her head. “He is pretty, isn’t he?” She feigned a swoon. “Good thing. Lord knows he isn’t the sharpest tool. It probably won’t last but it’s going to be a hell of a ride!” She took a few hurried steps away then turned back, waving her finger in the air. “Dance floor. Now. Like Beth said, how bad could it be?”
Eight minutes later Aidan found out just how bad it could be when he removed Kim’s stroking hand from his hairline. Then his chest. Then his ass. Would it kill the band to play faster so he could get out of there?
Pamela stood on the outskirt of the dance floor watching her poor son be fondled in public and after a sufficient time had passed—he needed to suffer first— she approached Beth, who was sitting at a table. She greeted Roan warmly then appealed to Beth. “I have no right to ask this of you but would you mind cutting in and saving my son from that octopus? Heather wants him on the dance floor and I know he would stay if he were dancing with you.”
“I suppose I could …”
“Wonderful! Just tell her I need to see her and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Beth couldn’t understand why Pamela was asking her but she didn’t want to be rude, so with Roan’s blessing she crossed the room and tapped the octopus on the tentacle—that P.S. had rhinestones on the fingernails—that wasn’t groping Aidan.
The octopus reluctantly released Aidan and slithered away.
“You’re a lifesaver!” he said.
“Your mother sent me over. She thought you could use rescuing.”
He looked over Beth’s head to his meddling mother who was definitely up to no good and scowled. She simply smiled and twiddled her fingers at him then walked away.
Thanks mom.
Well, after all, this was what he’d wanted. And it got him away from that horrid maid of honor. “Roan doesn’t mind you dancing with me?”
“He didn’t say so. I told you, we aren’t a couple.”
“So, you’re staying at his grandmother’s house? I always liked that house and she was a real card.”
“You knew her?”
“Not very well but yes. My family’s home is right up the street from you about a half-mile. Did she still have that white cat? She was always sitting outside with that cat in her lap.”
“Yes, but Roan said he’s been missing since she died. I had kind of hoped I would find him but that’s silly. I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry your trip wasn’t what you had hoped for.”
“It’s okay. I came, I saw, now I’m leaving and I can put away all my stupid daydreams of Ireland.”
“What’s happened to make you leave?”
“You don’t want to hear my complaints.”
“Sure, I do. We made a truce remember? Come on, what happened?”
