Page 63 of Wild Irish

Shrugging the woman off, I grab a can of beer and head out the door, past the security guards to the nearest exit.

I need to clear my head. Figure out what the hell I’m going to do. Because one thing’s for certain, I’m not leaving this city until I see Delaney.

She’s probably moved on. For all I know, she could be with someone else by now. And it would be my own damn fault.

But I need to see her.

I press down on the lever to open the glass door, and freeze when I get a glimpse of what, or rather who, is on the other side.

Delaney.

My chest constricts, and for a moment, it’s all I can do to remember to breathe. Until it smacks me straight in the chest who she’s with.

Owen has his arms wrapped around her. It looks innocent enough, but rage boils inside me all the same. Red and hot, burning a path up my throat with the venomous words I want to spew at them both.

The deepest sense of betrayal racks through me, far worse than what I’d felt when I’d found Owen with Molly. The rational part of my brain screams that there must be an explanation, but all my insecurities rise to the surface until I’m being choked by them.

I stand there frozen until my brother glances towards me. I can’t hear him, but I can read his lips –Fuck.

I’m not sure if it’s a growl or a muttered curse, but the word is enough to have Delaney pulling back, and glancing over her shoulder.

If my heart hadn’t felt trampled on by a thousand horses before, it does when her gaze meets mine.

Her eyes widen. And I can see every fucking emotion that races through them.

Shock.

Confusion. What the hell does she have to be confused about? She’s the one wrapped up in my brother’s arms.

She can’t hear the growl that rumbles from my chest, but the way her expression changes again,hurt, I know she sees it in my face.

Rejection. That one nearly guts me, before it turns toresignation.

Every cell in my body is screaming to fight. To push through the doors and have my brother against the wall, my fist pounding the look of warning off his face.

His hands drop to his sides, blue eyes wary as he watches me, waiting for what I’m going to do next.

Screw them both.

I slam my fist into the glass door, pain shooting through my wrist and forearm, before turning and storming away.

Maybe I expect them to chase after me. Maybe I want them to.

I don’t know.

All I know is that the further away I get, the emptier I feel. And the more I realize that I just made the same fucking mistake I’d made in Ireland.

Chapter 29

Delaney

“Let him go,” I say, when Owen starts to go after Cillian. “We both know there’s no reasoning with him when he’s like that.”

“Ye’re right.” He roughs his palms over his face and curses.

The look in Cillian’s eyes when he saw me nearly shattered me. For a moment, his guard had come down. A flare of emotions sparked. Emotions he’d been quick to guard even when we were in Ireland burned in his gaze.

I want you.

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