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Chapter 14

Bree

Emer’s definition of agirls’nightconsisted of the three of us sprawled out on Owen’s king-sized bed talking about marriage, pregnancy, and babies. Not that I had a lot to contribute to the conversation. My knowledge of all three is limited, not to mentionjaded.

But I couldn’t help but catch the bug of excitement for both of them, even though I doubt I’d ever experience such thingsmyself.

After spending an entire evening with Emer and Delaney, I’ve come to the conclusion that they are genuinely both lovely, and that between the two of them, they never stop talking. Even in the elevator, on our way to breakfast, they chattered away, always trying to include me in theirconversations.

But I’ve always been quiet, one to keep my thoughts to myself. Still, I enjoy listening to them, learning more about the men and all their littlequirks.

All four of the guys, as well as Agnus, are already waiting for us in the restaurant. Owen’s hard, brooding gaze watches me as I sit down, never wavering as the others start to talk and interact, unaware of the silent conversation going on between the two ofus.

I’m not done with you, his eyessay.

You’re going to breakme.

I’m going to fuck you,his smirksays.

And then breakme.

“What about ye, Bree?” Agnus asks as she stirs milk into hertea.

I glance over at her and lift my brows, not knowing what the questionwas.

“Anyone special backhome?”

I risk a glance at Owen, but his attention is diverted now, his stormy eyes brooding, mouth drawn into a tight line as he listens to something Cillian issaying.

Black hair brushes over his forehead as he tilts his head to the side in a silent answer to Cillian’s question. He roughs a hand over the dark scruff on his jaw, his muscles tensing and bunching under his fitted t-shirt.

God, he’sgorgeous.

As if he feels my gaze, he glances back, and my insides melt at the heat that burns in hiseyes.

“No.” I look back at Agnus, hoping the heat that warms my cheeks isn’t toonoticeable.

“Ye’ll find the right one when the time is right.” Emer says, giving me a look that isn’t as subtle as I’m sure she thinks itis.

I shrug. “People always say that, but how many don’t find theright one? Or, they think they do and end up in a loveless marriage…orworse.”

It’s probably the most I’ve opened up since being here, and I realize that all eyes are on me, includingOwen’s.

He frowns at me, but I have no idea what he’s thinking. Because, for the life of me, I can’t figure the man out. The only thing he’s said to me all morning was a quick growl in my ear that we still needed totalk.

But the hardness in his gaze now has me on the edge of my seat, my nerves twisting in mystomach.

“Not everyone’s made for marriage,” I say, my words directed at Owen, but knowing they hold just as true formyself.

“Amen to that,” Shane says with a laugh, lifting his coffee cup towards me andwinking.

Agnus clucks her tongue. “Surely, ye want to have a family oneday?”

“Ma, leave her alone,” Emer says. “Not everyone wants the samethings.”

“I know that.” Agnus frowns. “I raised yer brother, didn’tI?”

Shane chuckles. “Nothing wrong withbachelorhood.”

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