Page 80 of Her Irish Boss

Cathal chuckled. “Close enough for her to, well, call him a few creative phrases, compare him to the size of a snail for slinking out of her room in the middle of the night, after stealing her recipe for something that sounded like a sex position. Clafoutis?” Cathal imitated Camille. Even Brogan laughed.

“You didn't!” Selena's eyes shot to Rian. Not the quiet, reserved one.

He was flustered. “I would never steal a recipe!”

Selena gave him a shove that didn't even move the big guy. “No, you goofball. I meant about sleeping with her and then sneaking out. That's so trashy. It's something I'd expect Cathal to do.”

Cathal nodded in complete agreement.

“It would have been very awkward. I assure you. Neither one of us planned to end up in bed together.”

“How long ago was this?” Brogan asked, his hand skimmed along Selena's lower back, resting on her hip, out of sight of the crowd. The intimacy of the touch caused her breath to hitch.

“About six months.”

The amusement faded from Brogan's face. “In Europe or here?”

“Paris.”

Brogan had that disapproving dad-look down pat.

Selena gave Rian a small nudge in the direction of the dining room. “Go mingle. For all you know, Katie will hit on your lady and make her a better offer than you ever could.”

Brogan's frown deepened. “I don't know if I approve of Katie hitting on customers.”

“It was a joke,” Selena said, following Rian. The night was a success, and not even Brogan's hot and cold emotions could bring her down. “Cathal. Bar.”

“You created a monster,” she heard Cathal mutter.

Yes. Being the boss was a little addicting.

“We're going to make it.”Selena clapped her hands and spun in a circle in the middle of Brogan's office. Her excitement was contagious, and Brogan smiled.

All three of the O'Keeleys watched her. “Do you think she nipped the whiskey when we weren't looking?” Rian asked.

Brogan watched her face shift from joy to annoyance, glad for once it was aimed at Rian.

She planted her hands on her hips. “No. I just pulled the real-time numbers from the cash registers. We'll make it for the money you need to buy the building.” She launched herself at Brogan.

He caught her, tight around her waist. “That's great!”

Cathal and Rian had equally broad grins. “I'll be right back.” Cathal left.

Selena's lips pressed against the spot right behind Brogan's ear. Yes. He wanted to haul her back to his apartment and keep her there for the rest of the weekend, but they still had a restaurant full of guests. Except Rian's angry one-night stand had exited the building already. She'd told him off two more times before stomping out of O'Keeley's and not looking back. Apparently, she needed some closure.

It was close to midnight, and none of their patrons looked as though they were close to leaving. They'd decided to have a two o'clock last call, with closing by two thirty. Hopefully.

“Here we are.” Cathal returned with the best bottle of whiskey in the house.

“You're paying for that,” Brogan said.

Selena pulled away, leaving him feeling empty. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd do about her yet. But if they'd resolved the building issue, he'd figure it out first thing after theysigned the paperwork purchasing it. She might laugh at the title, but with the success of the event, he might have to make her VP of Advertising and something much more permanent.

“A toast,” Cathal announced.

“Keep it clean,” Brogan muttered. He'd not subject Selena to some of Cathal's more creative toasts.

“Here's to women's kisses, and to whiskey, amber clear; not as sweet as a woman's kiss, but a damn sight more sincere.”

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