Mail Order Bride: The Irish Runaway by Catherine Harper

Author:Catherine Harper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, clean romance, western romance, mail order bride, mail order bride romance, catherine harper

Chapter 10

Dominic put his hands to his temples and fought against the fireworks that were going off inside his head. Lying on his back, he allowed his eyes to get accustomed to the brightness of the room and focused on the ceiling fan that spun over his bed. Feeling like he was going to be sick he put the back of his hand to his mouth and fought to control the volcano that threatened to erupt. Closing his eyes again and taking a few deep breaths to calm it, he stared at the ceiling again and tried to keep his focus there. Realizing that he couldn’t stay that way forever he rolled over on his side and took in his surroundings. Wondering where he was for a moment, he caught sight of a monogram on a nearby towel. Realizing that he hadn’t made it out of the hotel, he replayed the last few hours over in his mind and groaned. Not just for the fool he’d made of himself, but also the strain he was putting on a brain that was functioning way below par. Thinking back to the last moments before he blacked out, he distinctly remembered William carry him to his bed. Before that there was her, Mary Matthews, the red head who wasn’t supposed to be a red head. Wondering if it was all some crazed alcohol fueled dream, he touched his waistcoat and still felt it damp. Having trouble piecing together their conversation, the one thing that had stood out in his mind was the contents of a vase being thrown over him. Cursing his stupidity, he covered his eyes and berated himself.

“You fool Dominic, you stupid, stupid, fool.”

Remembering his last moments with Mary and knowing he had to put things right, he finally got the courage to stand on his feet. Standing with only a slight wobble at first, he found his stomach looking for attention once more. Still in a fragile state his body hadn’t been impressed with his sudden movements. Gripping a nearby table for support, he ran to the bathroom just in time. Allowing his stomach to get its contents out of the way, he stood up and looked at the face that looked back at him. Looking far from its best, he stared into the mirror in front of him and wondered how he’d got in this condition. Dominic knew if asked he could come up with a dozen reasons, but none would be the truth. There was only one reason he’d come to the hotel in the condition he had, it was fear. Fear of meeting a woman who he knew wasn’t right for him. Fear that’s he’d not told her weeks ago that he’d chickened out. And fear of getting married. Looking back at him was a man who was scared but hadn’t the guts to come out and say it. He’d turned up drunk wanting to repulse her enough that she’d run for the hills. But the joke

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