Page 26 of Kissin Irish by Morgan
“Cece, come with me.” Irish tugged me.
“Yeah, he’s my ride,” I told the man.
He let go of me and walked away mumbling.
Irish led me out of the pub to his motorcycle. He practically shoved the helmet at me. “What were you doing running off like that? That bogger was plastered. He could’ve taken you to the back arse of nowhere. And, well. He could’ve been a rapist.” He scolded me much like Pagan did.
“Did you and Charlotte make up, yet?”
“Fecking Jaysus, you think I asked her to be showing us her ass crack and her fanny when I was bringing you to my bed? Are you away with the fairies?” Irish yelled.
“I just want to go home.” Putting on the helmet, I moved to mount his bike. Irish tried to help me, but I slapped his hands away.
He climbed on front. “Hold on to me, willya.”
Gingerly, I put my arms around him.
He tugged on my wrists, wanting me to hold on tighter.
When we made it back to the gate at Royal Road, Gunn noticed the blonde hair hanging out of my helmet. He promised Irish not to tell my brother.
“Don’t care if you do,” Irish spat at him.
I let him help me to my door. It was locked, and I didn’t have the key. Earlier when I noticed my dog was gone, I locked it not knowing Jass and Pagan would run off.
“Waldo,” I tried to call for the dog once more. Listening, I waited for his soft footsteps, his pants, for the noise his ears made when he shook his head, or the sound of him scratching his belly. But I heard nothing but the faint sound of music coming from the clubhouse.
“Stay here,” Irish said. His footsteps faded away. Next thing I knew, he opened the door from the inside. “Your window’s unlocked.”
“That’s not good,” I said, knowing I didn’t think about the windows when I locked all the doors yesterday. That’s right after Charlotte showed up here. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to tell Irish about her barging in on me.
“Some job Pagan’s doing keeping you safe. I have half a mind to go talk to him.”
“Please, don’t.” I couldn’t take any more drama tonight. But Irish didn’t listen. He left to go across the street. I rushed inside and bolted the door up tight.
A few moments later there was a thump on it. Irish was back. I unlocked and unbolted it but left the chain on.
“Your brother’s place is empty. Pagan and Jass still aren’t back. I called Gunn to confirm it.”
“I’ll give him a call,” I said, talking about my brother. I’d tried earlier, but he wouldn’t answer if he was riding his motorcycle.
“Let me in, would you? I’m not leaving you alone tonight.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“I’ll sleep on the porch, I will,” Irish threatened.
I undid the chain and walked through the living room before him. “You can crash on the couch. I’m going to bed.” Going into my room, I fastened my bedroom door. I felt my way to my lone window and sealed it as well.
Irish talked through my door. “Don’t be mad at me, Cece. I had no idea Charlotte would be in my apartment. Let alone in my bed. She’s never been there before, I swear it.”
“I’m not mad. I’m just… the moment has passed,” I tried to explain.
Not wanting to think of my disappointment, I found my phone. I touched the right part of the screen so it would read the time out loud, but too fast for anyone to understand but me. It was ten p.m. already? I tried to call my brother. “Siri, call Eli.” It went to his voicemail. Next, I tried Jass. Voicemail again.
Fucking hell. Where the fuck did they get off to?
“I don’t even have your number,” Irish said through the door. He’d been eavesdropping. “Open the door so we can talk.”
