Page 59 of Wild Irish

I’ve thought about sending her tickets, but she’d probably just throw them away. I doubt she wants anything to do with me after the way I treated her.

On the plane, I pull my hoodie over my head and stare out the small window.

Owen takes the seat beside me and stretches his arms and legs out. We’re in first class, so the chairs are bigger than normal, but it’s still too cramped for the two of us.

“Can I get you anything?” the flight attendant asks, batting her false eyelashes at us.

I grunt and turn back to the window, ignoring the way Owen flirts shamelessly with her.

“She must be pretty special,” Owen says when the flight attendant is gone.

“Who?”

“Yer American.”

I open my mouth, but he stops me.

“Don’t even try to pretend that ye’re not thinking about that girl.”

“I’m not,” I lie, closing my eyes, and crossing my arms over my chest. “This is going to be a long fucking flight if ye intend to talk the whole time.”

Owen chuckles. “Ye care about her. I get it.”

No.I fucking love her. The thought is in my head before I even have time to process it.

Shit. It’s the truth.

I love her.

“Yeah, I care about her.”

“So, why’d ye let her walk away?”

I rub the back of my neck. “She was engaged.”

“When she was with ye?” Owen’s mouth tugs down.

“No.”

He’s still frowning at me. “Then what’s the problem?”

“I was an asshole. Said things I shouldn’t have.”

He laughs. “I wouldn’t expect anything more from ye.”

“No. But she did.”

His expression sobers and he raises an eyebrow.

“It doesn’t matter now. I lost her.”

“Then go find her.”

Chapter 27

Delaney

The concert hall is full, jam-packed with screaming women. And the second Wild Irish takes the stage, the louder they get.

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