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Chapter Six
Conor
The after gamecrowd had been a bit of a riot at O’Gallaghers, but Rory and I managed to slip out in time to make it to dinner with Brenna. Stone was manning the bar for me, and I had full trust in the man.
Never mind the fact it was Sunday, and we would only be open for another hour or so.
As soon as we made it to our table for our seven o’clock reservations, Brenna excused herself to go meet Mia.
I should have figured there was more to Brenna’s excitement than her simply running into an old friend who was pregnant.
Because when Brenna came back, big-ass grin on her face, with Mia behind her…
My stomach fucking dropped.
Mia was Curly Locks.
Curly Locks was Mia.
The chick I fucked, the only virgin I fucked, nearly half a fucking year ago, was pregnant.
I would like to think that my sexual prowess persuaded Curly—Mia—to go get laid more often, that there was no fucking way in hell that that baby bump had anything to do with me, but I wasn’t stupid.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I hardcore stared at her. She looked the same as all those nights ago, except for the obvious being pregnant. That and her curly mass of hair was down, a small top section pulled back with everything else falling just past her shoulders.
I was so fucking torn. Mia was goddamn hot and I can’t say I ever found a pregnant woman sexy before. But putting my cock aside, she had known who the hell I was and still fucked me.
How the hell didn’t she tell me who she was? So not only did I fuck a virgin, but I fucked a girl who used to follow me around like a sick puppy dog, up until she and my sister had a falling out.
The real kicker though, the one that got me in the balls, was just like she hadn’t found it important to tell me her name, she hadn’t found it important to tell me I knocked her up.
Mia’s eyes met mine across the tables and I watched as her face went from bright red to fucking pale as a ghost, no doubt in response to the fire in my eyes. That’s right, bitch. I’m pissed.
“Brenna,” I growled low. I wasn’t about to make a scene in this fancy-assed restaurant, but I needed a word with my sister. Brenna’s grin faltered and the light went out from her eyes. I had a fleeting thought that maybe she wasn’t being cruel in this meeting.
But then again, this was the girl who left my baby sister to fend for herself when the adolescent years started to get tough.
She shot a small smile over her shoulder at Mia before walking over to where I still sat at the table. Her brows pulled low, the growl in her whispered voice matched my earlier one as she leaned down, her face in mine. “You will fucking make nice, Conor O’Gallagher.”
“I love you, and it’s your birthday, but I am not dealing with that,” I pointedly glared toward Mia, who was still clutching her wallet in front of her, “at your dinner. I trust you have her phone number, so send her away and I’ll deal with her later.”
I couldn’t believe that Curly Locks was Mia. No shit her eyes had looked familiar. I’d seen them nearly every day from when she and Brenna were three until they were ten.
“I’m not sending her away!” Brenna whisper yelled at me.
“What the fuck game are you playing?” I glanced over when I noticed Rory stand and watched as he walked over to Mia, no doubt to make small talk for both her and his own sanity. Probably was bored being out of the loop.
It didn’t explain the tightening in my chest or the red in my eye when Mia smiled at Rory and hugged him. What the fuck was that about?
“I’m not playing a game. You did this, Conor, you did.” Brenna poked her finger into my chest. “You will make nice and you will make this right.”
“She didn’t even fucking tell me her name.”
Brenna lifted a brow, standing straight and crossing her arms over her chest. “How many names do you usually take when you bring one of your ‘hoes upstairs, Conor? She was just another and you knocked her up.”
