Wild Chance: A Best Friends to Lovers Second Chance Romance (Wilder Irish Book 13) by Mari Carr

Author:Mari Carr [Carr, Mari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-02T18:30:00+00:00

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Padraig pulled out Emmy’s chair for her, and she smiled. “Thanks.”

Her gaze traveled around the restaurant, taking in the white tablecloths, the candlelight, the soft piano music, the dim lighting.

Padraig ordered a bottle of Chardonnay from the waiter, who came to greet them as soon as they were seated.

The restaurant wasn’t overly crowded, the tables spaced out enough that she could almost believe they were the only people in the place.

“How did you find this place? It’s very romantic.”

Padraig grinned. “Ryder told me about it. No shock there, right?”

They shared a laugh. Ryder was now married to Padraig’s cousin, Darcy, but the couple had had a rocky start to their relationship due to Ryder’s assertion that he didn’t possess the love/romance gene. He’d been in an unhappy marriage prior to dating Darcy, and it had convinced him he wasn’t “good husband material.”

Darcy had taught him how wrong he was, and now he was the king of romance, always wooing his wife with flowers and candy and impromptu weekend escapes. Lately, most of the Collins males had begun complaining to Ryder about how he was making them look bad with their own wives.

“Of course he did,” Emmy joked. “Well, be sure to thank him for the recommendation. This place is lovely.” She looked around again, cataloging what she was seeing, certain this would be the perfect setting for a chapter in the book she was currently writing.

“You’re mapping the place out, aren’t you?”

She looked back at Padraig and giggled. “Guilty.”

Padraig had been around her long enough that he understood her writer eccentricities, the way she would snap random pictures of places with her phone so that it would help her word her descriptions.

“So you’re putting this place in a future book?”

“Actually, it will work great in my current story.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the book you’re writing about?”

Emmy flushed. “Um…you know, the usual.”

“You’ve never let me read one, so you’ll have to spell out the usual part for me.”

Emmy blew out a long breath. It was time to just rip off the Band-Aid and tell Padraig her pen name. The silly game had gone on long enough. The problem was…the more time she’d spent with his family, the steamier her stories had gotten.

Like off-the-charts hot.

“This is your family’s fault,” she murmured.

“My family?” he asked, confused by her comment. “What do they have to do with your books?”

“The last two years? Everything. I haven’t exactly lied when I’ve mentioned certain things were going in my books. Your family has the greatest love stories. I haven’t struggled for a plot since the day I first walked into Pat’s Pub.”

Padraig chuckled, clearly amused to know that. “So you’re not hiding your pen name as a joke. You’re doing it because you’ve been stealing all of their stories.”

“Stealing is a strong word,” she said with a wink. “I’ve just been borrowing bits and pieces. I mean, the stories are definitely fiction, but I’ve borrowed some romantic lines, some dark moments, some of their meet-cutes.”

“Dark moments and meet-cutes? I have no idea what you’re talking about.

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