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as I attempt to pour another drink.
I scowl in his direction. “Why do you want to know?” Yes, I’m defensive, but my hands are going to smell like beer for the rest of my life if I keep soaking them like this. I don’t think it’s a smell I could get used to. Ever.
He shrugs. “Perhaps I know him.”
Yeah, because it’s probably him. “Okay, we’re looking for someone who has similar…talents as we do.”
Ray’s brows lift. “And what talents would those be?” Then he winks at me. “Whatever they are, I believe I would like to discover more of your talents.”
I narrow my eyes in his direction. “Do you like sitting on the stool better than sitting on the floor?”
A couple of the old guys down the bar cackle. “Watch out, Ray. She’s a feisty lass,” one of them says.
Ray’s eyes haven’t left mine. Wow, I still can’t get over the color of blue his eyes are. “That she is, Seamus. That she is.”
A loud thump makes me jump. Kallen just dropped a keg onto the floor with unnecessary force. I give him a questioning look and all I get in return is a sour one. What’s his deal?
I don’t get a chance to ask him right away, because the door opens and three guys come in complaining about the bitter cold. Which has travelled as far as the bar already since they are taking their time closing the door. Now I know why Patrick yelled at us when we came in.
Two of the guys are probably around my dad’s age or older. The third is probably around Ray’s age, maybe a little younger. With all the red and reddish blonde hair around here, there’s no denying we’re in Ireland. The younger guy is tall and has a body that was probably once solid muscle, but may have turned a bit to flab in the last couple of years. His nose has been broken at least once, and his teeth have enough gaps to resemble a slot machine. His hair is cut into a stark, military cut and the scars on his face and neck make me not want to know how he got them.
The next little while is taken up by me having to explain who I am, getting them their ale, and listening to them laugh at me as I pour them. When the third glass foams over, I slam it down on the bar. That’s it. I’ve had enough. I put my hands on my hips and give all the men in the bar a hard look. “You know, I’d probably learn a lot faster if you’d give me helpful pointers instead of just laughing at me.”
“I’d be willin’ to help ye’,” the youngest of the newcomers says. I get the feeling that he’d like to help me with a lot of things. Things that don’t include pouring ale.
“She’s getting the hang of it on her own,” Kallen practically growls from behind me, making me jump a little bit. Last I knew he was doing something downstairs.
“Betta watch out, Tad. She’s a married lass.”
The one named Tad whistles. “That’s a dern shame, it is.” Then he winks at me. “If ye eva need somethin’ on the side, ye give me a call.”
Kallen probably looks strange as he tries to bolt forward. Why? Because he runs into an invisible wall of magic and it looks like it hurt. I’m thinking I might want to put one around myself now, because I’m pretty sure I’m next on his kill list for putting up the first one. Turning my back on him, which is stupid in his current frame of mind, I say to Tad, “Would you appreciate someone saying that to your wife right in front of you?”
Tad straightens himself up and he gets a cocky grin going. “If ye’r man ain’t able to speak for hi’self on the subject, I don’t think I’m in any real danga.”
Wow. This guy is itching for a fight. I look back at Kallen. Yeah. So is he. I imagine how I’d feel if he did this to me. I turn back to Tad and shake my head. “You really should have quit while you were ahead.” I drop the
I scowl in his direction. “Why do you want to know?” Yes, I’m defensive, but my hands are going to smell like beer for the rest of my life if I keep soaking them like this. I don’t think it’s a smell I could get used to. Ever.
He shrugs. “Perhaps I know him.”
Yeah, because it’s probably him. “Okay, we’re looking for someone who has similar…talents as we do.”
Ray’s brows lift. “And what talents would those be?” Then he winks at me. “Whatever they are, I believe I would like to discover more of your talents.”
I narrow my eyes in his direction. “Do you like sitting on the stool better than sitting on the floor?”
A couple of the old guys down the bar cackle. “Watch out, Ray. She’s a feisty lass,” one of them says.
Ray’s eyes haven’t left mine. Wow, I still can’t get over the color of blue his eyes are. “That she is, Seamus. That she is.”
A loud thump makes me jump. Kallen just dropped a keg onto the floor with unnecessary force. I give him a questioning look and all I get in return is a sour one. What’s his deal?
I don’t get a chance to ask him right away, because the door opens and three guys come in complaining about the bitter cold. Which has travelled as far as the bar already since they are taking their time closing the door. Now I know why Patrick yelled at us when we came in.
Two of the guys are probably around my dad’s age or older. The third is probably around Ray’s age, maybe a little younger. With all the red and reddish blonde hair around here, there’s no denying we’re in Ireland. The younger guy is tall and has a body that was probably once solid muscle, but may have turned a bit to flab in the last couple of years. His nose has been broken at least once, and his teeth have enough gaps to resemble a slot machine. His hair is cut into a stark, military cut and the scars on his face and neck make me not want to know how he got them.
The next little while is taken up by me having to explain who I am, getting them their ale, and listening to them laugh at me as I pour them. When the third glass foams over, I slam it down on the bar. That’s it. I’ve had enough. I put my hands on my hips and give all the men in the bar a hard look. “You know, I’d probably learn a lot faster if you’d give me helpful pointers instead of just laughing at me.”
“I’d be willin’ to help ye’,” the youngest of the newcomers says. I get the feeling that he’d like to help me with a lot of things. Things that don’t include pouring ale.
“She’s getting the hang of it on her own,” Kallen practically growls from behind me, making me jump a little bit. Last I knew he was doing something downstairs.
“Betta watch out, Tad. She’s a married lass.”
The one named Tad whistles. “That’s a dern shame, it is.” Then he winks at me. “If ye eva need somethin’ on the side, ye give me a call.”
Kallen probably looks strange as he tries to bolt forward. Why? Because he runs into an invisible wall of magic and it looks like it hurt. I’m thinking I might want to put one around myself now, because I’m pretty sure I’m next on his kill list for putting up the first one. Turning my back on him, which is stupid in his current frame of mind, I say to Tad, “Would you appreciate someone saying that to your wife right in front of you?”
Tad straightens himself up and he gets a cocky grin going. “If ye’r man ain’t able to speak for hi’self on the subject, I don’t think I’m in any real danga.”
Wow. This guy is itching for a fight. I look back at Kallen. Yeah. So is he. I imagine how I’d feel if he did this to me. I turn back to Tad and shake my head. “You really should have quit while you were ahead.” I drop the
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