curiously.
Seamus’ head whipped around. “Please tell me that glorious thing over there is not here for you.”
She still hadn’t moved from her spot, or looked away. How many times in the last week had he dreamt of this happening? Ever since their meeting he had secretly hoped he’d get to see her again. And now there she stood, a normal girl walking in off the street. He knew better though, and because of that, unease mixed with his initial excitement to see her.
Without answering, Pete moved out from behind the table and pushed his way through the crowd to where she stood. As he drew closer he noticed her long dark hair gently flowing down her back, her pink lips trapped between her teeth nervously, and those dark framed blue eyes wide with apprehension. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. But that didn’t change the fact that she was the enemy.
He reached her, towering over her small frame. He’d forgotten how tiny she was compared to him. He reached out without thinking, and gripped her arm firmly. Those eyes widened in surprise.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, quietly.
“Whoa there, McKay,” Seamus’ voice called out. He turned to see his friend walk up and stand beside him. He’d been so focused on getting to her, he hadn’t noticed him following. Seamus was looking worriedly at Pete’s hand holding her arm. “Ease up a little. That’s no way to treat a lady.” His eyes were asking questions even though his voice was light and playful.
Pete released her arm reluctantly. So far this wasn’t going the way he’d dreamed it would. He hesitated to look back at her, but when he did he saw the barely contained anger there. There was no way he was apologizing.
“Sorry.” Apparently he was. He sighed inwardly. Figures his mouth wouldn’t listen to his brain.
“Care to introduce us?” Seamus prompted, looking at her intently.
She turned her gaze from Pete to Seamus and smiled at him, literally knocking the air right out of Pete. She held out her hand for his friend to take.
“I’m Dinah,” she introduced.
“Seamus,” he said, shaking her hand. “How do you know McKay here?” he asked, still holding her hand in his.
“Oh…uh…well…”
“We met on that trip I took last year to Glasgow,” Pete jumped in. He eyed their hands, still entwined in a shake, and decided that he might actually end up punching his best friend tonight.
“Glasgow, huh? That’s a rough place for someone like you.”
Dinah lifted one brow elegantly. “Someone like me?”
Pete fought back his laugh. Seamus had no idea who he was dealing with. Pete didn’t know her either, but from what he’d seen, she would be able to hold her own. He folded his arms over his chest, watching his friend try to recover.
“Oh, I just meant…” Seamus gulped at the now ice blue eyes staring at him expectantly. “Never mind,” he laughed. “Let’s get you a drink, yeah?”
Pete rolled his eyes. His friend was hopeless when it came to girls. It was actually painful to watch. He finally let go of her hand, and Pete found he could breathe a little easier.
“Mate, why don’t you go order us another pitcher and get an extra glass for Dinah. I’ll take her to the table,” Pete suggested. Seamus nodded and veered off toward the bar. Pete grabbed her arm again, not as firmly as before, and pulled her back through the crowd. Everyone was throwing appreciative glances her way, but when he looked back, her eyes were focused on the floor. She was completely oblivious to the effect she was having.
“Want to tell me what you’re doing here before I bring you around my friends?” he whispered in her ear. He got a whiff of her perfume and almost groaned at the scent. She smelled amazing.
“I’m just here for a drink,” she replied, looking up at him.
He gave her a dubious look. “You really expect me to believe that?”
She shrugged. “It’s the truth.”
They had reached the back by then,
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