Page 110 of Tempting Irish

Epilogue

Bree

Six MonthsLater

“Can’t go backto broken promises…”I sing, smiling when I catch Owen’s gaze a few feet away, still overwhelmed that I’m actually doing this, recording an album.“…catch me when Ifall.”

Owen grins at me through the microphone filter as he sings in harmony. “…worth fightingfor…”

Our gazes remained locked as the music fades. My heart is so full, it knocks the breath out ofme.

God, I lovehim.

I never thought any of this was possible. Some days, I’m just waiting for it to all fall apart. But each day I’m here, in Ireland, surrounded by my family, I’m learning to open my heart a littlewider.

“Sounds great,” Shane says into our headphones from the soundroom.

“I think we should do the last part one more time.” I chew on my bottom lip, the perfectionist in me wanting it to be flawless. “I think my voice cracked in the lastverse.”

“Ye sounded incredible,” Owen says, putting his guitar down and moving around the mics to place a palm on the back of my neck. “I think we’ve got it. Leave the rest to the soundguys.”

“You’resure?”

“We’ve been here for hours.” He grins down at me, his eyes twinkling with promise. “I want to spend time with ye somewhere other than thestudio.”

“What do you have in mind?” I run my palms up his chest, around his neck, fisting my fingers in his hair, and trailing a line of kisses along hisjaw.

Shane clears his throat, speaking into our headphones again. “Reservation’s ateight.”

“Reservation?” Ifrown.

He tries to hide it, but I see him wince. “Almost forgot about that. The guys are coming into the city tonight to talk over a few contracts we’ve beendiscussing.”

“Oh.” I don’t mask my disappointment. “I can go back to the apartment.” With the money Frank left me, I bought a small apartment close to Owen’s new recording studio. We’ve been alternating between spending time at his house and the apartment in Dublin, but the past few weeks, seeing as we’ve been finishing up the last recordings of my album, we’ve been mostlyhere.

“I want ye to come with me,” Owen says, his hands roaming down my back. “It involves ye,too.”

“You’resure?”

His lips press against mine, soft and possessive, and I can’t help the tremble of desire that races through me. It’s unrelenting, the undeniable attraction he holds overme.

“I’d have ye by my side every second, if I could,” hemurmurs.

Shane groans into the headphones. “Ye know I’m still here,right?”

I chuckle, and Owen grins. “We bettergo.”

There’s a nervous energy in the car as the three of us drive to the restaurant. Owen keeps glancing at me from the corner of his eye, and even Shane won’t stop bobbing his knee up anddown.

It isn’t just Cillian and Aiden who wait for us at the X70 Bistro, but Delaney and Emer as well. The women stand when they see me, huge grins stretching across theirfaces.

“Owen didn’t tell me you’d be here,” I say, allowing them to hug me, no longer uncomfortable with the affection they both lather onme.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Emersays.

Delaney nudges her and gives her alook.

“Miss what?” I ask, frowning betweenthem.

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