Best Of My Love (Home to Green Valley Book 4) by Virna DePaul

Author:Virna DePaul [DePaul, Virna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Home to Green Valley Book 4
Publisher: Virna DePaul
Published: 2016-06-14T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

She was a drug. That was the only explanation for why he couldn’t get her off his mind.

What had he done before her? He hardly remembered. He’d known her, yes, but he hadn’t really known her. He’d looked forward to seeing her every day, for certain, but he hadn’t plotted little ways for the two of them to sneak off together during a shift.

He hadn’t skulked about on her nights off, for sure.

The second Monday after they first made love was one of those nights. It was the slowest night of the week, a perfect time for the bartender to take off. Sean usually tended bar, or Riley himself. That night, they switched off.

“You all right, then?” Sean asked once, during a football game which Riley couldn’t have been less interested in.

“Yeah, why?”

“You haven’t paid any attention to the game, or to anything I’ve said.” Sean looked him up and down. “Something on your mind?”

“Not a thing. You know I don’t think about stuff.” Riley grinned, then turned his attention back to the game.

How had it only been a week since they’d first slept together?

It felt like forever. Did addiction really start that easily, that quickly? It was the only excuse Riley could come up with.

A trio of cute girls walked into the pub. Riley watched them approach in the mirror behind the bar. All of them looked to be college age, maybe a year or two older. All of them wore the same smile, the same style of clothes—short, tight, minimal—and the same hairstyle. Their long, silky hair hung in loose curls down their backs.

“Hey there.” One of the girls, a leggy blonde, swung her hair over one shoulder. “Can we all get vodka and cranberry juice?”

“Sure thing,” Sean replied, pulling three glasses down from the overhead rack.

“Oh, you’re Irish?” Another suppressed smile from Riley, who kept his attention tuned to the game on TV.

“Born and raised,” Sean said.

The girls squealed. It wasn’t unusual. An Irish accent was pretty much a free pass into a woman’s panties.

They peppered Sean with questions, which he answered with a smile. Which town was he from, how old was he, did he speak Irish.

“Gaelic,” he corrected. “And yes, some. The best swear words.”

The girls giggled.

They insisted he teach them but Sean charmingly put them off and got back to work.

“Hey.” One of the girls caught a glimpse of Riley’s face in the mirror. “Oh, my God!” It came out more like “gawd,” and Riley wondered if they were on holiday from New York.

“Are you twins?” one of the girls asked.

“We sure are.”

The girls lost their collective minds, asking new questions. Could they read each other’s thoughts? Sean and Riley grinned at each other, both remembering the game they used to play when they were kids. Whenever somebody asked them if they could read each other’s minds, they would go through a pre-arranged script of words and numbers to “read” from each other. The idea did crossed Riley’s mind to do it now, but he wasn’t interested enough in continuing to converse with the girl to put forth the energy.

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