Page 56 of Taming Irish

“Youare.”

I start to pace. “He asked to see meagain.”

“And you saidyes?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have.” I make my way down the hall towards the bedroom and flop on the bed. “I know what he wants. A fling. But at least he’s being open and honest aboutit.”

“Do people still sayfling?”

“Do you have a betterword?”

“Be honest, the Irish hottie wants a sexcapade with you and you’re worried about falling forhim.”

“Maybe.” Or, maybe I alreadyhave.

“Just be careful. From what Collen told me about him, he’s a decent guy, but he has no intention of settlingdown.”

“Neither doI.”

She huffs. “Even with your heart broken, you still believe in fairytales andromance.”

“No, Idon’t.”

“You do,” she insists. “And I’m glad. Because you deserve someone who will sweep you off your feet and give you the happy-ever-after that you’ve always dreamedabout.”

I can hear her unspoken words.Just don’t get your hopes up that this guy is your PrinceCharming.

And I know she’sright.

“Have fun,” she says. “Just keep your emotions out ofit.”

“I’m starting to think you and him would be a much bettermatch.”

She chuckles. “I actually have my own date tonight. He’s no Shane Hayes, but he’s cute in his own way.AndKade hates him, so that’s abonus.”

Quinn seems to enjoy driving her older brothers insane with the men she chooses to date. Not that they’d ever be satisfied with anyone their little sister chose. They were overprotective to a fault, especially withQuinn.

After I hang up, I glance at my reflection in the bathroommirror.

“What are you doing?” My reflection shakes its head back at me, but there’s color in my cheeks and a twinkle in my eyes that hadn’t been there a couple daysago.

Sex with no strings attached - I can do it. Guard my heart, and when the time comes, I’ll walk away. Or, he will. Either way, it won’t hurt, because he’s just a guy and I’m just a girl who have nothing in common except the pleasure we can bring eachother.

It’ssimple.

Except when I hear the harsh rap on the door, my stomach does a three-sixty.

Shane is leaning with his forearm on the frame when I open it, his perma-grin tugging at one corner of his lips, his dark green gaze roaming down my body. Just like that, I’m caught, a captive to him, drawn like a moth to the flame, knowing I’ll be burned but unable toresist.

“Ye look good,” he murmurs in the sexy Irish brogue that makes my knees goweak.

I don’t correct him, even though it’s my natural inclination to. I’m just in jeans and a t-shirt. My hair was unruly, so I’d tied it up in a bun, and what little make-up I put on earlier is nothing compared to what the woman I’d seen him with in those pictures onlinewore.

“I Googled you.” I regret the words the moment they come out of mymouth.

One brow arches, and I see a mix of humor and concern flash in his eyes. “And?”

I shrug and tease, “Typical playboy photos. Wouldn’t have expected anyless.”

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