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“Are we doing this together?” she asked.
“We can do it any way you want, darlin’.”
Siobhan smiled. “Together.”
He grinned and nodded. After they licked the salt off their hands, they tossed the drink back, and sucked the lime, then slammed the glasses onto the bar.
Siobhan hissed in a breath. “Whew!”
Liam chuckled, and she wanted to get him drunk enough to have her way with him in the storeroom.
“Again?” he asked her.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Well, line ‘em up.”
She smiled, moved to the bar, and grabbed four more shot glasses. She carried them back to Liam, lined them up with the other two, then poured the Tequila into each of them as she moved the bottle over them.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yep. Are you ready, Irish?”
When she winked at him, he chuckled.
“Let’s do it.”
Siobhan held up one finger at a time, and on three, they ran through the shots. When they slammed their last glass on the bar, the people along the bar cheered. She laughed, and so did Liam.
“Could I get a cup of coffee? I have to drive home.”
“Of course.” She walked to the industrial coffee pot, placed a cup under the spout, filled it, and then took it to him. She set it on the bar.
“Sugar or cream?”
“No, thanks. Black is fine.” He raised the cup, saluted her, and sipped it.
A while later, he waved her over. She smiled as she walked to him. He stood, handed her money for his tab, touched the brim of his hat, and winked.
“Let’s do it again sometime, Irish. Good night, Siobhan O’Brien.” He made his way through the crowd and disappeared out the door.
Siobhan sighed as she watched him leave. She had fun with him tonight, but she wanted more. She wanted him.
With a deep sigh, she returned to work until the bell rang for the last call and helped clean up once the place was empty. She couldn’t wait to get home and hit the sheets. Too bad a hot, sexy cowboy with dark blue eyes wasn’t joining her.
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As Liam drove home, he grinned, thinking about Siobhan doing shots with him. She was beautiful, and he didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed before. He rarely missed a pretty woman. Her dark red hair flowed around her shoulders, and her eyes were emerald green.
“You’re slipping, Flynn,” he muttered.
He knew he would go back to Dewey’s next weekend. He would love to see her again. Maybe ask her out. She seemed like a lot of fun. If he could get back to town.
The next day, he rode his horse along the fence in the west pasture. He knew some of his men were checking the other fields. Others were working in the barns or around the cattle.
His family had been in the cattle business for generations. Liam’s great-great-great-grandfather started raising Black Angus, but the next generation raised Red Angus.
As Liam sat on the horse, he gazed around the property. With twenty thousand acres, it was a non-stop job. A person would never see it all in a day. That’s what ended so many of his relationships.
