Page 11 of Her Irish Boss

Katie giggled beside her. It was a little presumptuous to assume that they had some type of hesitant friendship, but still, she was twenty-eight. She didn't want to be lumped in with the hormonal drama.

Brogan's scowl darkened. “He was fired for stealing money. I just ran over the video from the bar last night.”

“Dang,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “I would have never guessed he'd have the balls to do that.” She clasped a hand over her mouth. Exhibit “A” as to why she'd never fit in with high society. “Sorry!”

Katie nudged her. “Way to go. You'll be next on the chopping block.”

But Brogan seemed amused and not upset. Her ex-boyfriend would have frowned and scolded her like a little child.

“I can't vouch for the size of his anatomy.” Brogan crossed his arms. “It does leave us in a bind. I'd hoped to train someone else for his position. To train you, actually. Can you take over his position as shift manager?”

“When?”

“Now.”

“Me?”

She looked to Katie, who nodded. “Yes, she can.”

“Thank you, Katie,” Brogan said. “But I'd like to hear Selena's answer.”

“I...I can. If you think I'd be good at it.”

Brogan smiled. A full-fledged, outright, sexy as hell smile. Katie sighed and leaned against Selena's shoulder.

Selena managed not to let her knees grow too weak to stand. Yes. He was absolutely the perfect man. Well, aside from his stiff personality.

“I think you'll do just fine. I won't even make you wear a suit.”

Was that an attempt at sarcasm? “Thank you.”

He looked at Katie and frowned. “Is this your section?”

She squeaked and scurried away, glancing back once before rushing to her area.

“See, you don't need a suit to show people you're in charge,” Selena said. Their new relationship, friendship, whatever it was sent butterflies soaring through her body.

Brogan had fired employees each time they started a relationship at the restaurant. He sure as hell wouldn't pursue something with an employee.

He pulled at his already loosened collar. “I had someone tell me I wasn't a human. I'd hate for my employees to think I'm not a fun, likable fellow.”

“Look at that. No tie and you're mingling with the little people.” She laughed at his scowl. “What about my area if I'm taking over for Lenny?”

“I already called Trey into work. He's wanted to get on the early shift for the past few weeks.”

Great. Trey might not ask her out on dates like Lenny but discussing his video games was almost as bad. Good thing she was at a management level now. It gave her a great excuse to stay busy and away from him.

“Thank you again, Brogan.”

His eyes softened, the blue bright and offset against his perfectly styled dark hair. “You're welcome. Especially since I just bumped up your morning time to nine.”

“Nine?”

“I still need help with those reviews.” He leaned toward her. The smell of his woodsy cologne drew her closer, but she managed to keep her place. Nothing screamed management material like sniffing her boss in the middle of the restaurant.

“I have a meeting with the bank in an hour. You'll be in charge. Once Trey arrives, I need you to keep your phone with you and call me if you have any problems.” He lowered his voice, his Irish accent deepening. “I'll call you to check in on the restaurant.”

“I don't have your number.” This was really happening. Instead of dreaming about Brogan from a distance, now she had to figure out how to work with the man, side-by-side. It was like one-sided foreplay.

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