Kissin Irish by Morgan Jane Mitchell

Author:Morgan Jane Mitchell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: royal bastards, royal bastards mc, mc romance, biker romance, motorcycle club series, biker club romance, alpha male
Publisher: Morgan Jane Mitchell
Published: 2022-03-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The next morning there was a knock on my bedroom door.

“Irish,” I hollered out. I’d been dreaming of him all night. I told him I didn’t work Sunday mornings. The fact he came over anyway had me bouncing out of my bed. Unlocking my door, I opened it quick.

A woman screeched, her breath hitting my face. “Irish? You expecting him?”

I felt my clothes, wondering if I was even dressed enough for a stranger. Okay, I had on a long t-shirt. Touching my hair, I yelled for Jassica.

“No one’s here, and your front door’s wide open. Bless your heart.”

“Who are you?”

“Charlotte Jones. I remember you from high school. The orphan who landed Ron Cline. Too bad things went south in nursing school when you got that disease. Remember me?”

“No. I don’t remember you,” I said just to get under her skin. “Waldo,” I called for my dog. “What do you want?” I asked her.

“I need to know what’s going on with you and Irish.”

I felt Waldo’s curly fur rub my leg. Reaching down, I took the handle of his harness. “Living room,” I told him. I didn’t need him to take me, but he could. Honestly, I didn’t feel safe anymore and the dog made me feel safer.

Charlotte followed us to the living room where I sat on the couch. I didn’t let go of Waldo. “Now, what was it again so important you had to break into my house?”

“Break in?” She bellowed. “I did knock. I came here to ask you to your face what you have going on with Irish.” I could tell from the direction of her voice she stood over me, a little too close for comfort.

“Okay?” I wasn’t about to tell her that nothing was going on between us.

“So, what’s going on? I can’t get a hold of him. He hasn’t texted me back since I caught him with you.”

“And how is this my problem?”

“Listen, bitch. It’ll be your problem.”

Standing up, I said, “It’s time for you to leave.”

“I’d like to see you make me.”

“Waldo,” I started.

Charlotte backed away in so much of a hurry she created her own breeze. “What the hell do you plan to do, sic him on me?”

“I asked you to leave. If you don’t, my guard dog here is trained to eat your face off.” I was half scared and half trying not to smile.

“You’re not serious?” Her voice gave away that she wasn’t sure.

“You want to find out. Waldo, front door.” We started walking toward her. Once we reached the front door, I shut and locked the knob, the bolt and the chain. I had Waldo take me to the back door where I did the same.

When Jassica got back, I was waiting for her. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“You know I’m only over at your brother’s place if you need me. You said you didn’t mind.”

“Once. I said it once. I didn’t mean shack up with him and leave me to fend for myself.”

“Sorry,” Jassica said in the sad tone she always used now.

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