Game of Love: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance by Lulu Pratt

Author:Lulu Pratt [Pratt, Lulu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lulu Pratt
Published: 2020-08-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

KEEGAN

MICK HAD BEEN deep in conversation with some guy who had come into the bar, clapped him on the back and launched into a detailed discussion of some rugby match they had both seen. We had both been into rugby when we were young, before we got distracted by less wholesome pleasures, and I was surprised that Mick had returned to this old passion. I followed along for a bit, but soon felt out of my depth and sat back, letting them carry on. More and more people entered the pub and joined the throng at the bar, separating me from them, but I didn’t mind. You were never really on your own in a pub like this; it was why it was so popular. I must have had a dozen brief conversations with strangers, some of whom it turned out I had some connection with through school, Mick, or my family. A few times I considered leaving, the fatigue of the past few days catching up with me, but the warmth of the room, the laughter, and the music were soothing to me.

The band had grown as more people had arrived with instruments. They weren’t a band as such, but rather an ever-growing group of individual musicians. Some of them had probably never met, and yet they were playing together expertly, the old songs that everyone there knew all the words to. This was what I had missed about Dublin. There were a number of good singers with them, but the most popular songs would have the whole pub singing along, and even I found myself tapping my foot and mouthing the words. I thought back to when I was a teenager and would have had a guitar with me, learning the tunes by ear and copying the older men. There was a lull in the music, and then one by one they struck up a Bob Dylan number. Not that unusual a choice; everything was fair game in here. One of the lead singers had his arm around two of the girls near him, and they were singing together. Their voices soared out across the room and a few people turned around, then voices joined in from across the bar. The girl had had her head bowed under a wavy mane of copper hair, and when she raised her head, I did a double take – she was the image of Effie. I scolded myself. Why was that woman in my head so much? I thought of her in that green dress for the opening event. It was a million miles from the girl in front of me in skinny jeans and a black T-shirt, her eyes dark and her hair a wild tangle.

The male singer pulled her up onto the dance floor and they started to dance together. I watched them, and it hit me like icy water down my back that it was Effie. It had to be; the way she danced was unmistakable. I got up and moved to their side of the pub to have a better look.

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