Page 15 of Her Irish Boss

“Out on the—no. No. That's not me. Definitely not.” She waited while he typed into his phone. She took another sip of her drink. He flattered her if he honestly thought she could walk into a bar and walk out with a guy. She'd never done that before. Never had the pleasure of being that irresponsible.

Cathal motioned to the crowd. “Did you find anyone that you fancy?”

She swung around, surveying the guys in the room. Both men turned to face away from the bar as well, theirshoulders brushing hers on both sides. Her body didn't react the same as it did with Brogan. Nothing. Even with a fourth drink half-empty.

“What about that guy? He's tall and good looking.” Cathal shrugged at her giggle. “I have to size up the competition.”

“Oh, please. I promise that this isnota come-on, at all, but Katie was right, you really don't have competition in this room.” She sent Rian a sideways glance. “You either.” She'd probably hate herself in the morning for having said that, but at the moment, she didn't care. The glory and horror of alcohol loosening a tongue. As long as she kept all her sexy thoughts about their brother inside her brain, maybe she'd make it out not completely mortified.

“I'm sure our competition will come walking through that door in about six minutes.” Rian folded his hands in his lap. “But, if I weren’t here, that man seems fine.”

Selena shrugged, glad for the distraction away from Brogan. Because no one in the room, or the city, compared to Brogan. The man Rian motioned toward spotted her watching him and lifted his hand, waving to Selena. She waved back, a small smile plastered to her lips. “I talked to him earlier. His hands were small.”

“Small?” Cathal smirked. “Alright. You're a hard woman to please. What about him?”

She wrinkled her nose. “No. I don't think so. Fake tan. That means he already spends more money on himself with a beauty regimen than I do. My turn. What about that woman over there? Does she strike yourfancy?”

“She has a nice face. But she's with four other women.”

Rian chuckled but didn't add to his brother's observation.

“So? She has friends. Not many women will venture out to a bar by themselves.”

“Women who travel in packs that size are hard to separate. They want you to sit down at the table. Talk to all of them. Make all of them feel important. I'm afraid I'm not up for that tonight. I've talked too much today as it is.” Cathal's explanation made sense, but it still wasn't fair to women who didn't want to venture out alone.

Rian accepted a pint of beer from the bartender. “Do you want another drink, Selena?”

She blinked, trying to clear the buzzing feeling in her head. Cathal's comment about talking too much reminded her of where they went.

“That's right. You all met at the bank today. How did that go? Your brother told me about needing to find a loan to buy the property.”

Rian looked back to the door and back to her. “Not so good. I'm leaving for Ireland soon to talk to our banker over there. See what strings they can pull on the property we still own.”

“But Brogan's not leaving?” Could she call him by his first name to his brothers?

Maybe not by the way Rian smiled at her. “No. You probably already know that I travel. A lot.”

Cathal finished whatever he'd had in his glass. “Me, I'm okay to fly once or twice, but not keen to do it and work at the same time. Brogan hates airplanes.” He pointed at her drink. “Was it good?”

She squinted one eye closed and looked at the glass. “A little too good, I'm afraid.”

“Your Katie found herself a man, I see.”

Katie had wrapped her arms around the army man,kissing him quite enthusiastically. She did manage to get the hat off since she now wore it – oldest trick in the book.

“I don't know what to do about her. We were supposed to go home together.”

Rian chuckled, and Cathal's eyebrows raised higher than she thought possible. She nudged him with her shoulder. “Not like that. Although, I do know Katie loves all people, as she says it. She told me the plan was to tell any guys we meet that we were going home together to get out of the situation.” She motioned to her dress. “Despite my appearance, I have to go home soon. Alone.”

“And Katie was your driver.” Cathal put his arm along the bar behind her back, shifting a little closer.

“Yes. She was.”

“I called you a ride.” Rian clicked his beer glass to her empty one.

A shadow blocked out the low light above them.

Selena looked up.

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