Page 29 of Beyond Rosy Irish Twilight

I shot him an ironic smile. “Yeah, I’ll just lay my head down and sleep after I was almost blown up at my wedding. That should be really easy.”

He nodded and pulled out a pill bottle. “Do you want some?”

“What are they?”

“Benzodiazepines. The doctor prescribed them after your attack. He said only to give them to you if you panicked, that they would make you drowsy.” He shook the bottle slightly. “Seems it might be a good time for them.”

I took the bottle from him, and sure enough, they were prescribed to me with the dosage instructions. I wasn’t really panicking, but my body wouldn’t calm down. I felt tense, like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. I didn’t want to feel drowsy, but the idea of sitting here waiting for something to happen was setting me on edge.

I didn’t even think twice before I popped the lid and took a single pill. I let it dissolve under my tongue as instructed and sat back, wishing the effects were immediate.

“Feel better?”

I looked at him sarcastically. “Why, yes. I took that pill and magically, everything is better.”

He grinned at me, patting me on the leg in a friendly way. “See, I knew you’d be good for him.”

I snorted, finding that hilarious. “Yes, we’re the perfect match. We hardly speak to each other, and in the short time I’ve known him, my life has nearly imploded multiple times. Now, we’re on a plane to our honeymoon and I’m sitting alone.”

Patrick gasped at me mockingly. “Hey, I’m sitting beside you.”

“Because it’s your job.”

He bumped his shoulder against mine. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. If I didn’t like you, I’d avoid you at all costs.”

I frowned at him, not understanding. “How can you like me? You barely know me.”

“I know people,” he argued. “You’re one of the good ones.”

“And you can tell all that from following me around over the past few days.”

He shifted in his chair with a grin on his face. “Well, I have a few points to go by. First, you haven’t tried to kill me. That’s always a bonus in my profession. Two, you’re not extremely mouthy. If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s a mouthy woman.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “So, a woman can’t speak her mind.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” he quickly corrected. “Speaking your mind is one thing. See, there’s this type of species called humans, and some of them have the habit of running their mouths for no apparent reason other than to piss off everyone around them. You’re the other species of humans—the one I like.”

I rolled my eyes at him. He was a little much at times. “I’m glad I can be the right species for you.”

“Me too. Otherwise, I might forget you were my client and shoot you.”

“Client?” I asked. That didn’t sound right. He worked for Asher, and Asher was…some kind of bad guy. A client would mean that I hired him.

“And third,” he continued, forgetting what I just pointed out, “I happen to really like you. Smart, beautiful, and not a complete nitwit.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Is that supposed to be a compliment? So, I’m sort of a nitwit, but not completely?”

He blew out a harsh breath. “You know, you really latch onto those key words. Just pretend that anything I say is to get you to trust me.”

“And should I?” I asked, yawning as the medication started to kick in.

He looked at me solemnly. “I would never do anything to hurt you. Asher would kill me.”

My eyes started to drift closed. “Asher doesn’t even like me.”

“Are you kidding? You’re the most important thing in the world to him,” I thought he said as I drifted off to sleep.

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