Free Beers, Hens, and Irishmen (Warbler's Point Series) by Meghan Quinn

sink, ripped the dish she was cleaning out of her hand, turned off the water and made her face him. He looked into her eyes and they were completely lifeless. There was no warmth for him, no love, they were just cold and bitter. He took a step back, trying to detach himself from her cold cold stare.
                  “Explain, right now Neala.” Liam gritted out.
                  She sighed and tugged on her sleeves, avoiding eye contact. “I can’t live with a man who’s bar comes before me, who wants me only as his wife who takes care of the house and his child. I’m more than that Liam and you fail to realize it, you have for years.”
                  “So you are just going to leave me? You are not even going to give me a chance to prove you wrong? Don’t you want to work this out?”
                  “Why would I do that if I know you don’t love me anymore?”
                  Liam literally had to shake his head from her foolish statement. “What the hell are you talking about? I love you more than anything. Where is this coming from?”
                  She jabbed her finger in his chest and said, “You know exactly where this is coming from and don’t you dare lie to me. I see how you look at her, I have seen your text messages. You love her, not me.”
                  Liam’s stomach dropped to his shoes. He never ever would cheat on Neala, that was not his style, he was the most loyal man in town. But he knew exactly who Neala was talking about. He knew where her sour feelings were stemming from. Sophie Michaels. Shit!
     
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                  Fiona was picking up some groceries from the small and only general store in Warblers Point since she thought it would be good to actually have some food at her apartment for once. Her shift at the pub didn’t start for a couple of hours so she wanted to get some things done before hand, like laundry, grocery shopping, oh and making out with her ex in front of a guy she previously made out with the night before. Wanting to slap herself in the head with a can of kidney beans she just cursed herself for her stupidity.
                  Where was her self-control? Did she lose it when she played that darts game with Murphy the other night? She needed to stop falling at men’s feet and start focusing on what she needed. And she didn’t need some hunky Irish man driving her mad with his burning kisses and stinging touches. Nope, she definitely did not need him.
                  She was grabbing apples for the event they were having at the pub on Halloween when she picked the wrong apple causing the pyramid of fruit to start tumbling over its display and fall to the floor. Damn it. If she actually was paying attention to what she was doing instead of day dreaming about two gorgeous men this wouldn’t have happened. She struggled to catch the apples as they fell but only managed to save two from hitting the ground.
                  She was on her hands and knees cleaning up the apples when a very nice looking loafer found its way near her hand. She swallowed hard knowing the loafer probably belonged to an extremely attractive blonde male on vacation. She traveled her gaze upward, following the jean clad leg up to the tight crotch where she saw an impressive bulge and then the man squatted, relinquishing her fantastic view. When she looked up she came face to face with Booker. Just what she needed.
                  “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to not pick at the bottom of the pyramid?” Booker said with a grin while holding up one of the apple escapees.
                  She didn’t know what to say. Why was he being nice to her? Shouldn’t he be mad at