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“Ready?” I asked Rory as I extended my hand out for hers. I wasn’t sure if it was in my head or not, but it almost seemed like she hesitated in taking it.
Nodding, she answered, “Yep. Ready.”
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“I don’t think I have ever had that much fun in my life,” Rory said while chuckling.
Holding my side, I shook my head. “Damn. My side hurts from laughing.”
I gave the taxi driver the name of Preston’s pub and leaned back against the seat. “So you feel better? You seemed like you were in a funk on the way to the game.”
She worried her bottom lip while she turned her body to face me. “I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”
“Go for it.”
“Two things really. You went out with Regina?”
My breath stalled. “What?”
“Regina mentioned you and her having a…fling.”
I searched her face. “Why, Ms. Adams, are you jealous?”
I’d just given her a taste of her own medicine, and her cheeks instantly blushed.
Glancing down, she grinned. “I guess I deserved that.”
With my finger on her chin, I gently lifted her eyes to mine. “I’m not going to lie to you, Éan. I’ve slept with my fair share of women.”
She swallowed hard. “Was she one of them?”
“Yes. But she is happy with her boyfriend and we were both drunk and it was a couple years ago. There’s nothing there.”
Her smile was weak. “Why do you call me Éan? You’ve been doing it for a few weeks now.”
I slid my hand behind her neck, pulling her a little closer to me. “That day in the park.”
She groaned. “The great pigeon attack!”
With a chuckle, I dropped my gaze to her soft pink lips. “You looked so damn cute flailing your arms all around screaming. It popped into my head, and it fits you.”
“So you’re calling me by the name of my nemesis?”
My head dropped back with a roar of laughter. I laced my fingers through her hair. “?‘Éan’ means ‘bird’ in Irish Gaelic. It fit you.”
She grinned. “It’s so beautiful. I love it.”
“I’ve never been this happy before, Rory. I need you to know that.”
“Me either. It kind of scares me. I’m not used to these feelings. And wanting to play hooky from work.”
Her eyes seemed to sparkle every time a headlight lit her face. “Go camping with me, Éan.”
She laughed. “Camping?”
“Yes!”
Her smile faded some. “When?”
