Page 14 of Her Irish Boss

“Maybe he's watching you and not me.”

“Please. I know when a guy is looking at me.” Katie stood a little straighter. “Like the man over there.”

“In the army hat?” Selena grimaced. “No. I don't trust a guy that won't take his hat off to come to a bar like this. It'll be like those country music singers. They're all hot on stage, but then you see them in real life, and it's like, 'no, please, put your hat back on.'”

They both laughed and kept walking until they came back to the end of the bar. Katie kept her promise and bought her a drink. That turned into two drinks. And three.

“I should probably stop at three,” Selena announced, not sure what drink the bartender handed her. “I still have to get up early.”

Katie shook her head. “I didn't buy you that one. The man watching you bought you that one.”

Selena kept her head down as the man in question moved their way. She'd not taken a good look at him, and now she felt a little sleazy for accepting the drink. Whatever it was. It definitely wasn't pink.

“I hope you like whiskey.”

She snapped her head up at the Irish accent.

Cathal O'Keeley.

Her eyes widened. Wasn't he like her boss, too?

He chuckled. “Don't look so mortified. I'm not here to get you drunk and take you home. Brogan would have my head for that.”

Katie leaned forward. “Brogan? Like our boss, Brogan?”

“Katie, this is Cathal O'Keeley. He's part-owner of the restaurant.” The door opened. Great. “And there's the other one.”

“Dang. Two hottest guys in the place and they’re off-limits. The night is officially a bust.”

Selena glanced at her friend, who swayed as she surveyed the crowd. Drunk. When had Katie gotten drunk? She rolled her eyes. There went her ride home. She should have known better.

“I take that back. I'm going to hit on army guy, after all. I'll deal with the hat consequences later.” She patted Selena on her knee. “I'll text you if I need saving.”

Selena tapped her phone sitting on the bar. “Got it.”

“Now,” Cathal began, setting both his forearms on the bar and tilting his head to the side. “Why is a woman like you in a place like this?”

“Don't believe a word he says.” Rian sat down on the other side of her. Great. Flanked on either side by the brothers of the man she couldn't stop fantasizing about. “Hi, Selena.”

“Hi. I'm not sure what to call you. Either one of you, actually.”

“Not Mr. O'Keeley,” Rian said. “We let Brogan have that title. Rian is fine.”

Selena picked up the whiskey drink, holding it up and looking at the contents, keeping her hands busy.

Cathal motioned to the glass. “I didn't drug you if that's what you're wondering.”

“No!” She shook her head. “I wouldn't think that. I'm trying to figure out what it is without looking like an idiot.” At his bland expression, she smiled. “I guess I already did that, huh?”

“That is a Salt and Honey. It's with Irish whiskey. Try it.”

“I might as well. With Katie drunk, I'm afraid I'll have to call a cab at this point anyway.” Because as much as she'd like to find a guy to take her mind off Brogan, she didn't want anyone else. Pathetic.

“Alone?” Rian's eyes pulled down tight. He slipped out his phone. “That's not very safe.”

“I wasn't supposed to go home alone. At least that wasn't our plan.” She took a sip of the drink. “Wow, that's smooth.”

Rian watched her with a curious expression. “I didn't peg you for a woman that went out on the prowl.”

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