Page 57 of An Irish Kiss
He shifted to face her.“I don’t want to.”
Was this her cue to ask if he wanted her to see if there was room for him to stay a little longer?“I can check our reservations.Weekends are usually our busiest times, though.”
He grasped her hand.“If I can’t stay here, then I’m happy to stay in the pub.Apparently they have a really good pie and Guinness meal deal…”
She laughed, dispelling the earlier tension.“Come on.We better get inside before there are questions.”
“Ooh, we sure don’t want any of them.”
She collected her bag and—oops!—her leftover breakfast roll from this morning.“You fed me too well today I didn’t finish it.”
“Isn’t it funny how you can feel too full to eat another thing then you see something that looks tasty and somehow find room?”
“My sister Fiona has always believed in having an ice-cream stomach for that very reason.”
“Too full to eat but you see ice-cream and can suddenly fit it in?Yeah, I can appreciate that.”
“Are you seriously saying you want ice-cream?”
“Nope.That cheese platter was delicious.But if something else was on offer for dessert…” He eyed her.
She did a full body shiver.She couldn’t even think about kissing him.Not with Aisling now standing at the front door.
She sighed.Opened her door.“How did you know we were back?”Rory called.
“I told you.There’s a tracker on your phone.”
She shook her head, knowing she was joking.She hoped.
“Hey Aisling,” Aidan called.“See?I got her back before ten o’clock.”
Her sister folded her arms, frowning.“What’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on,” Rory muttered as she moved past her sister inside.
“Then why is he looking like that when you just said that?”
“Looking like what?”Rory asked, turning to face him.
Oh.She realised how her words must have sounded to Aidan.“Um, I didn’t mean to sound quite like that.”Sorry, she mouthed, as Aisling turned to look at him.
“It’s okay.”
“So somethingisgoing on.”Aisling’s gaze swung between them.
“Well, Aidan has decided he likes it here so much he wants to know if he can stay in his room a little longer.”
“There isn’t,” Aisling announced.“We’re fully booked.Hallelujah.”
“Wow, rude.Are you that keen to get rid of me?”Aidan teased.
“Should I be?”Aisling’s eyes narrowed.“You haven’t been trying to sweet-talk my sister, have you?”
Rory tensed.While she appreciated her sister’s protectiveness, this was veering towards obsessive.She could play this straight and give her sister a version of the truth.“That’s right, Ash.He’s done nothing but sweet talk me the entire day.”She rolled her eyes, even though it was pretty true.“In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was about to ask me to marry him and run away to live in Australia.So off you scoot, so he can do just that.”
Aidan’s eyes had widened, then he seemed to grasp what she was doing and nodded, sending a wink her way.“Yeah, I would really prefer to not have witnesses as well.If that’s okay with you.”
Aisling huffed.Then pointed a finger at him.“I know that you’re joking—at least, you better be.But you better not be messing with her, because you’ll have me to deal with.”
