Page 17 of Just My Luck

“We are quite the pair, eh?” she giggled.

“That we are,” I chuckled. “Shall we continue our St. Patrick’s Day celebration as a couple?”

“Ooo. I love the sound of that… Sir,” she said playfully.

“Such a tease,” I grinned. “But don’t worry, I have plans for you later on.”

Her cheeks reddened and she bit her bottom lip.

“You’re so damn sexy,” I said, holding back just how aroused I was.

“Keep flattering me and we won’t leave the parking lot,” she laughed then gestured at the push/start button. “However, I don’t think the owner would appreciate us fogging up the windows in front of his fine establishment.”

“True. Very true,” I laughed. “We’ll save that for the thouse.”

“Where we headed, Beautiful?”

“Anywhere. As long as we get to make happy memories.”

“Here’s to happy memories,” I said, bringing her hand up to my lips and kissed it softly. She smiled brightly at me, making a smile tug at my lips too. “Ready?”

“Ready when you are,Sir.”

“Naughty ass,” I chuckled then rested our hands on the center console and used my free hand to start the car. “To new beginnings.”

“To new beginnings.”

EPILOGUE

ELAINA

TWO YEARS LATER…

“Christ on a bike!” Declan gasped, when Molly’s tiny hand yanked hard on his burly gray beard.

“Language, Dad!” Maxwell scolded his dad– Declan. Molly seemed unphased by both men.

“Aye. It isn’t even a bad word,” Declan frowned, making me laugh as I entered the room. Molly spotted me and instantly brought her arms up. “The lass spotted her mum.”

“She’ll be fine with her Granda Declan,” I assured him with a smile.

“Babies always choose their mums,” Clodagh– Maxwell’s mother– stated with a chuckle, following behind me into the living room.

“Aye. They do,” Declan nodded. He looked down at Molly, who seemed torn between me and he granda’s beard. A giggle escaped me.

“I think the beard is her favorite thing,” I smiled, setting the tray full of teas and coffees down on the coffee table.

“Thanks, Sexy,” Maxwell winked at me. His flirtiness in front of his parents mortified me. He did it on purpose. He enjoyed making me blush.

“Maxwell O’Hara,” Clodagh warned, waving a finger at him. “You be good to your wife. Or we’ll take her and the baby back with us.”

“Hey. Whose mom are you?” Maxwell grumped dramatically, but soon erupted with laughter.

“You know we love Elaina more than you,” she teased, wrapping her arms around me. “She’s our favorite. Her and Molly of course.”

“Thanks, Mrs. O’Hara,” I smiled. She groaned as soon as the formalities left my mouth.

“Aye. You did it now, Lass,” Declan laughed.

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