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

starting to get uncomfortable, so pulled herself away.
                  “Uh, yea no problem.” She started to brush off her butt when he said, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
                  He knew she was probably hanging with her Irish stud muffin but he couldn’t give up that easily on her, especially after the way she kissed him the night before.
                  She looked at him with a bit of shock on her face. “I’m working tomorrow night, I work almost every night.”
                  “What are you doing after?”
                  She pulled herself away and started to pull her cart from the pumpkin crate. “I don’t think whatever you’re thinking is a good idea.”
                  “You clearly don’t know me.” He said while pulling himself closer to her and trapping her between him and her cart. “I’m full of great ideas.”
                  “You know what I mean.” She brushed some hair out of her face. He leant a hand to help her and lingered on her cheek.
                  “Is this because you have a boyfriend?”
                  “I do not have a boyfriend.” She practically spat out each word clearly so he got the picture.
                  “You don’t, so do you just happen to kiss every man you happen to run into?” He knew it was none of his business what she did, but he had to know what kind of relationship she had with Murphy. He needed to know her status so he could pursue her properly.
                  “How dare you.” She accused him.
                  Damn, not the right way to push her buttons, she tried to loosen his grip but he held still. She was not getting away that easily.
                  “Listen, I like you Fiona, I want to get to know you better but I just wanted to make sure you were not attached to someone else.” He leaned in closer, practically whispering in her ear. “Now that I know you are not involved, technically, will you give me the opportunity to get to know you better?”
     
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                  Fiona stood inches away from Booker, he smelled like heaven, like those teenage stores you walk by that blare music and bleed out their signature scent. But his was more masculine, it ate her up and made her weak in the knees.
                  He liked her? What guy just comes out and says what they are thinking especially when earlier in the morning he caught her making out with another man? One thing she knew was for sure, Booker had balls, balls of steal. The vision of his balls in her head made her thoughts linger in his southern area and how great his tight jeans looked on him…
                  “What do you say, Fiona?”
                  Realizing she hadn’t answered him yet she looked into his crystal clear blue eyes. She saw lust and yearning. He was serious about her. She had no clue why. She was some lonely pub waitress and he was a gorgeous man who had traveled the world, why would he want anything to do with her? Remembering that he was a tourist, she answered back. “What’s the point Booker? You are only here for what? A couple of weeks? You are just going to end up leaving.”
                  He brushed a stray tear away from her eye she didn’t know was there. Why was she crying? God she was a mess.
                  “That is not true. I’m here for as long as I want to be.”
                  “Until you get bored. I can’t allow myself to get attached to tourists, especially someone like you, it’s the number one rule when you live in a touristy town.”
                  “Believe me, I won’t get bored.” He