Page 20 of Tempting Irish

Chapter 5

Owen

“Ineed yer help.”Shane moans into thereceiver.

“I’m busy,” I growl back, frustrated because I hear the panic in his voice and I know I won’t—can’t—turn himdown.

“I’m not fucking around, man,” Shane says, his voice rising inpitch.

“Okay.” I sit on the edge of the bed and rough a palm over my face, then glance over at Bree, who’s watching me with a reservation that wasn’t there a minuteago.

I’m going to strangle him forthis.

But family comes first –always. Even over what I know would have been mind-blowingsex.

“Where areye?”

“My room.” He lets out a long string of curses mixed with slurred ramblings, the overall theme summed up when he finally says, “I’mscrewed.”

“I’ll be there in five,” I say, hangingup.

Bree’s face falls slightly, but she does a good job at hiding herdisappointment.

“Everything allright?”

I stand, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over my head. “I’ve got to deal withsomething.”

She starts to shift off the bed. “I’llleave.”

“No. Stay. I offered ye a bed. Looks like it’s all yers. Fornow.”

“You’re sure?” She chews on her bottomlip.

I nod, my balls already starting to ache as I grab my cell from the table. “I’ll beback.”

“Owen…”

“Yeah?” I glance over my shoulder at her, my chest squeezing at how fucking hot she looks sitting there. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed. Yeah, Shane better have a good fucking reason for calling meaway.

“Nothing.” She gives a weak smile and glances away, like she wants to say something, but can’t find the nerve. “I hope everything’sokay.”

I nod. “Pizza’s in the livingroom.”

Shane’s suite is right next to mine. He opens the door the second my fist hits it. Red-eyed and face pale, he motions mein.

“This had better begood.”

“It’s not good. It’s the fecking Armageddon.” He yanks at his already disheveled hair and drops to the couch in a dramaticgesture.

“What happened?” I glance around his room, which looks even worse than mine, with empty liquor bottles littering the tables and floors, and a discarded pair of pink lace panties hanging from one of the doorknobs.

“I brought that blonde up here after ye left. My God, the woman had my balls tighter thana-”

“The point,” I growlout.

“The fecking condom broke.” He drops his face to his hands and moansagain.

I wince. “Shit.”

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