Page 89 of Tempting Irish

I’ll leave in a couple days. And he’ll stay here, open his recording studio, and move on to one of the many women waiting in thewings.

“Good,” Chris says, giving me another one of his dimpledsmiles.

There aren’t any speeches, just a quick thank you from Agnus for coming, before the DJ announces that the dance floor isopen.

The first song is a face-paced Irish gig that has half the room up dancing and singing along. I have no idea where Owen went, but he’s no longer at histable.

“The Irish know how to have fun,” Chris says, leaning towards me, one hand resting on the back of my chair, giving me a look that leaves nothing to interpretation. “How about having some fun withme.”

I’m about to tell him that he’d be better off spending his energy on someone else when Emer comes off the dance floor, a light bead of sweat on her brow, her eyes brimming withhappiness.

“Come on,” she says breathlessly, pulling me up. “Dance withme.”

I wince, knowing I’ll make a fool of myself if I join her, but also grateful for theinterruption.

Hesitantly, I follow her to the dance floor, and am immediately swept up in the chaotic movement that involves more clapping and jumping than actual dancemoves.

Aiden wraps an arm around Emer, kissing her hard when the songends.

They make me smile. And hope. Because there’s no doubting how much they love each other. How perfect they aretogether.

The next song is slower. I’m about to walk back to the table when a hand claspsmine.

I know from the lack of heat in the touch that it’s notOwen.

“How about a dance?” Chris says with one of his lopsided grins. He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. His arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me a little too close against his chest. “Are you staying at thehotel?”

I place my palms on his chest and try to push him away, but one arm remains locked around me. “You seem like a great guy, but I’m not really looking for anything rightnow.”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with that brooding Irishman that hasn’t taken his eyes off you allnight?”

I sigh. “Maybe alittle.”

Or maybe alot.

“Luckyguy.”

“I’m not sure he feels thesame.”

“Trust me. He does.” Chris winces when his gaze focuses on something behind me. “And I have a feeling that if I don’t walk away from you right now, I won’t be leaving here in onepiece.”

I glance over my shoulder and see Owen stalking towardsus.

Chris hurries away just as he reaches me, a storm raging behind his eyes as he grasps my arm. Without a word, he leads me out of theroom.

I have no idea where he’s taking me, and from the way his gaze darts around the lobby, I don’t think he does,either.

“Owen-”

“Not here,” he growls out before pulling me into a dimly lit room filled with cleaning supplies andboxes.

“What’s wrong with you?” I pull my arm from his grip when he shuts the door behindus.

“Are ye trying to drive me insane?” He demands, taking a menacing step towards me. I backaway.

“Are you trying to prove that youareinsane?” I spitback.

His palms go to the wall behind me, his large body blocking any hope forescape.

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