Page 63 of Taming Irish

Chapter 17

Makena

WatchingShane with his family isdisarming.

He’s just as cocky and playful with them as he is with me, maybe even more so. But seeing him here, with them, I realize that maybe the whole bad boy with a good heart vibe he gives out isreal.

I saw him cringe when Aiden placed his niece in his arms, but there was also an ease to the way he held her that told me he didn’t hate it as much as he’d like everyone to believe. In fact, he hadn’t handed the baby back until his mother took her fromhim.

Sure, he’s by no means father material, but he’s not just the one-dimensional-sex-god that I’d first pegged himfor.

Yes, he’s still a sex god. Hell, the man can make me wet with just a single, heated glance. But there’s more to him. Something good. Something I could see myself fallingfor.

And that is why I shouldn’t be here. Why I need to put an end to whatever this thing is we’redoing.

“You look so familiar,” Bree, Owen’s wife, says from across the table duringdinner.

“I get that a lot,” I mutter, knowing where this conversation isheading.

“Maybe you look like someone I know,” shecontinues.

Both Bree and Delaney are American like me, which explains Emer’s earlier comment about the guys not choosing to date single Irishwomen.

“Jennifer Garner,” Emer says loudly. “That’s who ye looklike.”

“I was thinking Rachel McAdams,” Delaney chimesin.

“Who?” Cillianasks.

“The girl from The Notebook.” Delaney shakes her head at her husband like he’sclueless.

Cillian shrugs. He’s got this whole broody rock star thing going on, but despite his moods, it’s unmistakable how in love he is with hiswife.

“You haven’t seen it?” Delaney looks appalled. “It’s only the best movie of alltime.”

“Sounds like a chick flick,” Cilliangrumbles.

“Just because it’s a love story doesn’t make it a chick flick.” Delaney rubs her belly. “And the person who wrote it is actually aman.”

Cillian grunts, and their banter continues. I have no doubt the woman will be having him watch it as soon as they leave heretonight.

Grateful that the attention is off me, I take a sip of mywine.

Shane leans close and whispers in my ear. “Not sure who either of those women are, but I can’t believe they’re half as gorgeous asye.”

My cheeks heat at thecompliment.

He takes my hand under the table and gives it a small squeeze. “We don’t have to stay long if ye’retired.”

I know what he’s implying, and I doubt he has any intentions of letting me sleep muchtonight.

“I’m-”

“Oh, I know who you look like,” Delaney says, her eyes brightening inrecognition.

Please don’t say it, please don’t sayit.

Shane’s hand tightens around mine, and he says a little too harshly, “She looks likeherself.”

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