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Sighing, Paddy breaks the kiss, stepping back, taking the third mug with him. “I’ll see ye later,mo chroí.”
“Bye, Paddy,” I breathe, blinking after him, feeling more than a little dazed.
My cheeks are flaming when I remember Connor is sitting at the table across the room. I busy myself making two mugs of coffee, the rumble of Paddy’s SUV leaving. Taking the coffee, I slide one in front of Connor, sinking into a chair across from him, nursing the other.
“You didn’t go with Paddy.”
Connor throws an amused look at me, picking up his mug and saluting me with it.
“I wasn’t invited.”
“So… you’re just going to hang out here in his house?”
“Pretty much, lass, especially if the coffee is flowing.”
Nodding, I glance around again. “Where’s Ronan?”
Connor’s eyebrows shoot up, and he glances around too. “Why would Ronan be here?”
“Uh.” My cheeks flame. “Isn’t he your bodyguard?”
Connor is definitely laughing at me. “No, lass. He’s not my bodyguard. What gave you that idea?”
“A-at the fight. He was shadowing you.” My cheeks are burning hot. I’m not imagining things, and I’m not misremembering. Ronan was definitely flanking him.
“Ah.” Connor smirks, taking another sip of coffee. “Seamus can be a little overprotective at those fights.”
“Of you?”
“Sure. Of me, lass.”
“But…why?” My nose wrinkles and I study him carefully. Connor grins, examining my right back.
“It comes with the last name, lass.”
“The last name?”
“Sure. Fitzpatrick. Connor Fitzpatrick.” He points to himself, amusement dancing across his face.
“You’re Seamus’s…brother?”
“Cousin.”
“Oh. Good for you, I guess?”
Connor chuckles. “Sometimes. Mostly… Seamus can be an overbearing arse.”
“I heard that, Lucky.”
Our heads snap around as Seamus Fitzpatrick strides into the room, trailed by Ronan.
“Aye, and I meant every word, Fitzy.”
“Fuck off. Both of you,” Seamus says easily, plucking the coffee mug out of Connor’s hands. Connor rises, and I quickly bound to my feet.
“Not you, lass,” Seamus turns to stare at me with raised eyebrows. “These two eejits.”
Connor smirks, mouthing “good luck” at me as he and Ronan melt out of the room. Seamus takes Connor’s vacated chair, gesturing with the coffee mug for me to resume my seat.
