“I’ll bring it over to your table.” She nods towards the table at the back of the café, which has a reserved sign on it.
“Thanks Maggie.”
He turns and ushers the other two idiots away from us.
“As for you,” she glares at me. My cock hardens. I’m a sick fuck, but her feistiness is turning me on. “Stay away from me.”
“Can’t do that gorgeous,” I reply, shaking my head.
She narrows her eyes at me, hands on her hips. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t stay away because you’re mine. Or you will be.”
“Shep,” she calls out to my brother.
“What’s up Maggie?”
“Will I be fired if I tell your friend to fuck off.”
The peanut gallery laughs, and I’m grinning, which only makes Maggie madder.
“No darling, you tell him to fuck off as many times as you want. Not sure he’s going to listen though.”
“Mph” she mutters and stalks away. Hips swinging in time with each step. I’m so busy watching her I don’t see the wooden spoon that comes flying at my head until it hits me square between the eyes.
“Ow,” I mutter, rubbing at the smarting spot.
Maggie grins gleefully at me. “Serves you right.”
Bending, I scoop up the spoon and tuck it into my pocket. It’s my souvenir now. She wasn’t getting it back. I’m well aware that I’m the talk of the café, but I don’t care. I slip into a seat at our table. My brothers are laughing so hard that the table is shaking.
“Talk about crash and burn brother,” Thor cackles. “Maybe I’ll have a shot after all.”
“No, you fucking won’t,” I growl then grin. “Isn’t she magnificent? I’ll wear her down.”
They look at me in disbelief. Not sure why? I was a man of my word, and I could be as annoying as fuck. I’d wear her down eventually, or I’d die trying. It would be Maggie that killed me, but that was a worry for another day. First, I had to woo her, make her see she’s mine.
You didn’t let the woman of your dreams go once you’d found her.
MAGGIE
Summer 1969—Feannag Village
I’m well aware that my cheeks are on fire when I push through the doors of the kitchen. The staff there are all laughing at me.
“Phone for you,” Sally, our head cook, says, nodding at the wall where our phone hangs.
“Already,” I mumble, slapping Shep and his friend’s orders on the table next to Sally. Who grins wide as she picks it up. I glare at her, but all that does is make her laugh more.
Veering away from her, I stalk to the phone and put it to my ear, already knowing who is on the other end. “I see the village gossip train is alive and well,” I state.
Kate’s laughter makes me smile. “Sooo, anything you want to tell your best friend?”
“Nope.”
“Are you sure? I hear you made quite an impression on a certain man.”
My cheeks flush with the remembered kiss he’d laid on me. If I hadn’t been so shocked, I might have enjoyed it more.
