Wild Irish: His Wild Bride (Kindle Worlds Novella) (MacKay Destiny Book 11) by LJ Garland

Author:LJ Garland [Garland, LJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2017-10-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Dawson shouldn’t have kissed her. No, he should’ve waited until this whole stalker thing was finished. But damn. The girl was hot! When she’d melted against him, giving as good as she got, he’d wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there against the car. No woman had ever driven him so out of control.

When he opened the door to Pat’s Irish Pub, he’d been tempted to keep hold of her hand—Lord knew he didn’t want to let go—but he wasn’t sure she was ready to announce anything to her co-worker. She scanned the crowd of after-workers enjoying a wind down then stood on her toes and waved.

“Hugh!”

Another guy’s name coming out of her mouth in a gleeful squeal irked him. Before he could react, she took off, weaving her way toward the bar. He tracked her, not wanting to let her out of his sight. He caught up just as she reached her co-worker, who turned toward her.

The guy slid off the stool to embrace Sophie. Even gave her a peck on the cheek. And he held her way longer than he should have. Shit.

Dawson wanted to clobber him.

When at last they broke apart, he got a good look at this Hugh dude. Light-brown hair curling over the collar of an expensive button-down, dark dress pants—creased—and loafers that had to have cost him a bundle. If clothes made the man, then this guy should be in GQ magazine. He could be a damn actor or male model. And, apparently, with the way Sophie’s gaze lingered on him, she liked the way he looked. Double shit.

Dawson stalked toward them, his gaze zeroed in on where the guy’s hand rested on her arm. Don’t go off half-cocked. Play it cool.

Yeah, but we just shared a seriously hot kiss, and now that guy’s got his hands all over her.

He’s baiting you.

I know. He forced his hands to relax from the fists he’d balled.

“Dawson,” Sophie purred, “this is my co-worker, Hugh Cavanaugh.”

Damn, even his name sounds like a movie star.

“Hugh, this is Dawson. He rescued me from my wedding gown nightmare.” She grinned.

The guys shook hands, and Dawson kept his focus on Hugh, sizing him up…and giving him the deadliest glare he could muster. Hugh met him with a blasé stare. Yeah, they weren’t gonna be best buds.

“You two get acquainted. I gotta run to the little girls’ room.” She started to leave but then stopped, looked at Dawson with raised eyebrows, and pointed to her right.

“That way.” He gestured to her left.

“Thanks.” And off she went.

Hugh watched her go. Who wouldn’t? Hell, half a dozen guys in here tracked her movements. But none of them knew her, worked with her, or had touched her. “I didn’t catch your last name.”

“MacKay,” he replied in an even tone. “Dawson MacKay.”

“Well, Dawson MacKay, can I buy you a beer?”

“Why the hell not?”

Hugh turned to order, revealing what looked like a new gym bag next to him on the bar. Dawson moved to the empty stool next to him.

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