The Shamrock Read Free

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    “Ah, the lovely little jinx. What would you prefer? An interview about any possible girl- - on-girl encounters you had—while in the joint— now or later? Either one works for me. The way I see it, if you do it later, I can have everything I need set up on time and in position,” Braedan said.
    “Shut up, Braedan,” Sirai and Ardan said simultaneously.
    His younger brother rolled his eyes. “I get to have no fun around here.” Losing interest in their staring contest, he turned around and marched off.
    “Alright, let’s get this over with.” Sirai backed up, spreading her arms wide. “I have it coming.”
    His brows lifted. “What’re you talking about?” He’d give her the rope, then watch her swing.
    “Oh, don’t give me that, O’Reilly! I stole your truck!”
    He shrugged. “Yeah, but it’s not like you took off for Mexico. You came here. I can accept the fact that I was being a dick earlier, so you were well within your rights to get pissed off. Now, do you want a ride home or are you gonna call Candice?”
    She froze, stared at him with absolute distrust. “What’re you up to?”
    Ardan blinked as innocently as possible. “Nothing, and if I am, I give you free rein to kick me in the balls. Now, are you coming or what? I’m tired and I have to open tomorrow.”
    “Anything slightly funny, Irishman and your balls won’t be all you have to worry about.” Sirai made her way past him.
    Ardan just grinned evilly. Oh, he had plenty of funny things in mind.
     

     
    Sirai was on edge. Ardan hadn’t said anything to her in the last twenty minutes on the way to her place. Not a word. There was just a complete gap of silence that made her very, very nervous. Ardan was a yeller. She was used to it. So why wasn’t he yelling? And why did she still have the use of her ass as a comfortable cushion? Her hand gripped the handle on the passenger door as he pulled up behind her own car in her driveway, and before he could say a word she was out and sprinting for the safety of her home.
    She felt extremely silly when she didn’t hear any following footsteps. Turning slowly, she looked back and saw that Ardan hadn’t even moved to get out of his truck. He just rolled down the window and stared at her. “See you at work in the morning.”
    And then he was backing out of her driveway while she stood there staring after him, wondering exactly what the hell had happened.
     

C HAPTER T HREE

    Sirai swung her front door open then blinked at the woman standing on the other side. “Why the hell are you wearing football protective gear?”
    Candice Oliver blinked back, her large grey eyes going from Sirai to the doorway. “Because the last time I stepped across the threshold of doom, I couldn’t remember my own name for a week.”
    “And yet you insist on having movie night here instead of your place,” Sirai stated drolly, stepping to the side.
    Candy took a moment, spun around three times in a circle, marked a cross over her chest with her index finger, and then kissed the rosary hanging from her neck before answering, “And have you potentially burn down my house...again? I don’t think so.”
    Sirai rolled her eyes. “It was one time and it was a small kitchen fire.”
    “That the city of Miami had to put out.”
    “Because you overreacted and called them.”
    “I almost lost my eyebrows! I think that’s more than enough reason to call in professionals.”
    “Are you coming in or not? I wanna get to Jason Mamoa as soon as possible and you’re ruining that.”
    Candy looked up at the doorway again then around the family room. Carefully, she stepped across the threshold and took off the helmet and shoulder pads. “First sign of being maimed and I’m putting this back on.”
    Plopping down on the couch, Sirai snatched up the remote and turned on a movie. “I swear I’ll call Braedan to give me poison ivy so I can slip it into your thong drawer.”
    Candy smirked. “You could if I trusted