Page 13 of Only You

“Declan, stop.”

He turned around and frowned at her. Rude.

“What are you doing?”

“You want to dance.”

She did, and specifically with him.

“You know you need to ask a girl to dance before you drag her out to the floor, right?”

“Fine. Want to dance?”

She wanted to laugh. He was so put out by her, making him not a Neanderthal. It was odd because she had seen him with women. He was all charm and smiles. Now, he was frowning at her and growling. What did it say about her that she found this sexier than his charming side?

“Cuz, you need backup?” Rowan asked.

Without breaking eye contact with Declan, she shook he head. “No. I’m waiting for Declan to ask me to dance.”

He huffed, actually huffed, then finally asked. “Will you dance with me?”

She smiled at him, and he blinked. It was like he was stunned by it. Did she not smile that much?

“Yes.”

Then he took her hand again and pulled her to the dance floor.

The moment he took her into his arms, she felt the world shift, and everything settled. He smelled like sandalwood and home. God, he was a furnace.

“You are not always going to get your way.”

She looked up at him. “I rarely do.”

That much was true. Every step in her life had been hard fought. Being an O’Reilly helped all of her male cousins in the department. For her, it didn’t. Women were still not accepted as cops, even by family.

He pulled her tighter against him. She could feel his galloping heart, and she sighed. The guy was driving her insane, but at least he was being driven in the same direction to the asylum.

“What am I going to do about you?”

He growled the question in her ear, and this time, she couldn’t fight the shiver that rolled through her body. Before she could answer him—with exactly what she wanted done to her—she felt her phone vibrate.

Sighing, she stopped dancing.

“What?”

She pulled out her phone, and irritation moved through her when she saw the number.

“Work.” She walked away and clicked on her phone. “O’Reilly.”

“Hey, Eileen. It’s Sammy.” Another cousin.

“What do you have?”

“Young woman, not too far from where you are. You’re at Fitzpatrick’s, right?”

“Yeah. Text me the location. Does Eddie know?”

“Yep.”

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