Love and Blarney by Zara Keane

Author:Zara Keane
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Humor, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Ireland, Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction
ISBN: 3906245055
Publisher: Beaverstone Press LLC
Published: 2014-08-11T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

AT SIX O’CLOCK that evening, Ruairí’s youngest sister, Sharon, strutted into the pub. Under her short denim jacket, she wore a tight sequined top cut so low that even Jayme was riveted by her cleavage.

Ruairí tossed Jayme her coat. “Now Sharon’s here, we can go for our walk.” “Sounds great,” she murmured. The sight of the girl’s hair was distracting. Had it been that bouffant the previous day? Or that blond?

“Extensions.” The younger woman patted the peroxide bird’s nest with pride. “Do you like them?”

“I…” she stammered. “Well…”

Ruairí emerged from behind the bar and examined his sister’s hair. “They look like shite.”

Sharon was unperturbed by her brother’s blunt assessment. “Sure, what do you know about women’s fashions?” She shrugged off her jacket and slipped behind the bar.

Jayme pulled on her coat and reached for her purse. The pub was quiet apart from Buck and John-Joe and two men in police uniforms who were seated at a corner table. “Will you be okay on your own? I’m not sure I’d want to run a bar at night by myself.”

The girl’s scarlet-rimmed mouth curved into a smile. “I’ll be grand. Sure, don’t I have the local police to come to my rescue if necessary?” She jerked a thumb at the cops’ table. “Do you hear that, Brian Glenn? You’re responsible for maintaining law and order in this establishment.”

The younger of the policemen blushed a fiery red. “The only risk to the peace I see is you, Ms. MacCarthy.”

Sharon roared with laughter. When she’d calmed down, she turned to Jayme. “Are you two off on a date?”

“Your brother is giving me a tour of the town.”

“In the dark?” The girl flashed a cheeky grin. “Sounds romantic.”

“Come on.” Ruairí placed a hand on Jayme’s shoulder and nudged her into motion.

“Enjoy yourselves,” Sharon called after them. “Don’t worry about a thing. The pub will still be standing come morning.”

Outside, Jayme pulled her coat tight across her chest to ward off the damp night air. She observed her surroundings. Despite the dark sky, the town was well illuminated by inside lights and street lamps.

“I hope you don’t mind having a tour in the dark.” His deep voice was hesitant.

“Not at all. At least it’s not raining.”

They strolled down the cobblestoned lane. The pub was located on a small side street off the main square. Each building in the center of Ballybeg was painted a different color. The forest green facade of MacCarthy’s was tame in comparison to some of its brightly colored neighbors. The rainbow effect should have looked garish. Instead, it lent the town a cheerful appearance in spite of the inclement weather.

When they came to the square, she pointed to a stone edifice of a tall man wearing a twenties-style suit. “Who’s the statue?”

“That’s Michael Collins. He was one of the leaders during Ireland’s fight for independence. He grew up not far from here and was killed in Cork during the Irish Civil War.”

They crossed the square and took another side street. She was painfully aware of every slippery cobblestoned step.

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