Page 66 of Wild Irish

A deep chuckle vibrates from his throat, and he smacks me on the shoulder. “Go get yer girl. Ye know ye’ll never be happy until ye do. Why prolong both of yer suffering?”

I know he’s right.

If I let her walk away again, I’ll never forgive myself.

Chapter 31

Delaney

Iglanceat my bedroom clock when I hear the rattling of keys, and Kiersten’s high-pitched laugh.

It’s past midnight, and from the way she’s carrying on, I can tell she’s not alone.

Stumbling footsteps are followed by muttered curses, but they’re not Kiersten’s.

“Where’s yer bedroom?” The deep Irish brogue is familiar, but I don’t want to believe that it’s him.

“First door…” Kiersten slurs, followed by a loud noise like she knocked something over, and the jiggling of her door handle.

“Are ye okay?”

I go cold, because there’s no doubt in my mind whose voice that belongs to.

Cillian.

He’s here. In my apartment. Hooking up with my roommate.

Coldness settles in the pit of my stomach.

I doubt he knows Kiersten is my roommate. But if he does…if he does, then he’s crueler than I ever imagined him to be.

Kiersten’s moan trickles under my door and I lose all rational thought.

Anger burns through my initial shock.

I open the door and storm down the hall towards Kiersten’s bedroom. Her door is open, and when I walk in Cillian freezes when he sees me, but he doesn’t look shocked, which only confirms my fear that he knew I’d be here.

Hate floods through me.

His arm is wrapped around Kiersten’s waist, hers is draped over his shoulder.

“Leave.” My voice is low, my anger contained, but the warning is there.

He sets her on the bed and she flops backwards and groans.

“Why won’t the room stop spinning?” Kiersten’s words are slurred. She’s completely wasted.

I narrow my eyes at him, curling my lip back in disgust. “This is low, even for you.”

His brows furrow, then he looks down at Kiersten. When his gaze comes back to mine, I see the twitch of his eye, and the flare of his nostrils. “Ye think I came here to fuck her? Ye really think that little of me? Jaysus, Delaney.”

What else am I supposed to think?

“Like you always say, I believe my own eyes.” I glance at Kiersten. She’s already passed out. “Get out.”

“Listen to me.” His voice is low and full of warning.

“Get out,” I repeat, still managing to keep control of the rage that has my body trembling, my fingers numb, and my eyes burning with unshed tears. “Now.”

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