Page 92 of Tempting Irish

I drag my fingers through my hair, wanting to put into words everything I’m feeling, but my emotions are chaotic, choking me. “I’m going to stay here for a bit. We can talk when I getback.”

“Do you…” She hesitates. “Want me to comethere?”

“No,” I say, even though I want nothing more than to hold her in my arms. “There’s a swarm of reporters here, and it’s best if it’s just family rightnow.”

“Oh.Right.”

Shit. I hear the hurt in hervoice.

“I didn’tmean-”

“No. It’s okay,” she says quickly. “Give Emer mylove.”

The call ends, and I curse under my breath, especially when I see Cillian’s raised eyebrows, knowing I just fuckedup.

“Don’t start,” Imumble.

I redial Bree’s number, calling her back to explain what I meant, but when I do, the call goes straight tovoicemail.

“Sometimes, ye can be a damn idiot,” Cillian says, and I curse under mybreath.

I don’t disagree withhim.

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