Page 33 of Tempting Irish

Chapter 9

Owen

“Please tellme ye didn’t fuck the girl?” Cillian glares at me as he strides through thedoor.

I wince, realizing he must have seen Bree coming from my room justnow.

“Shit,” he mutters, when he sees my face. “Yedid.”

“No. I didn’t. But if Shane hadn’t…” I shake my head and let out a pathetic breath. “I didn’t know it was her. Not until this morning atbreakfast.”

Cillian just frowns at me, his lips tight, brows drawn down, and I know he’s holding back from saying something I probably don’t want tohear.

“What?”

“She was prettyupset.”

“I’m the one that should be fuckingupset.”

He grunts. “It’sBeatrice.”

“Bree,” Imutter.

“She can change her name, but she’s still the same girl who used to idolize ye.And, she’s still Agnus’niece.”

I groan at the mention of Agnus. “The woman will have my balls marinated and roasted on a spit if she finds out. I swear to fecking God, I wouldn’t have touched her if I knew who shewas.”

“And ye told herthat?”

“Ofcourse.”

Cillian snorts and rolls his eyes. “Ye really are anass.”

Maybe I am. But she’s the one that lied. The one who pretended to be someone shewasn’t.

I sit down heavily on the couch and rub my palms over my face, guilt eating at me. Because Cillian is right; it’s Beatrice we’re talkingabout.

I’d cared about the girl. Saw how lost and alone she always was. The way she always held herself back from the others. She’d practically attached herself to me the last summer she’d been in Ireland, and I saw the way she looked at me like I was some kind ofsavior.

The same look she gave me last night. Shit, I see it now, and I don’t know how I didn’t recognizeher.

Those eyes. Bluer than an Irish summersky.

“She knew who I was,” I mumble, as if the fact somehow lets me off the hook, even though I know itdoesn’t.

Cillian shakes his head. “Of courseshe knew who yewere.”

“And she knew we were here. She admitted it. She came here for a reason. And I want to know what itis.”

“And ye think the reason was ye?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Seducingye?”

“I don’tknow.”

“Ye think she has some big plan?” He leans against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, a grin tugging at his lips. “Maybe she wants yer babies. Or, are ye worried she’s going to conspire with Agnus and have yer dick tied in a matrimonialknot?”

“This isn’tfunny.”

“It’s a little bit funny.” He keeps grinning atme.

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