The Shamrock

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Copyright © 2011 by Nikki Winter

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Editor: Stephanie Parent

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I may have been roped into doing this by a certain tyrant (cough, cough) Jay…but I enjoyed every minute of the FOUR times I had to re-write it. (Grin) Hope you guys love it too.  Oh and let the record show that Ardan strictly belongs to Janet. 

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“Okay, I know you’re pissed, but—”

“Sirai…”

“Just let me tell my side of things,
please?”

“Sirai…”

“For once it really wasn’t my fault!”

Ardan O’Reilly swung around to face her. “You assaulted an officer! How is that
not
your fault?”

She bit her bottom lip. Holding a pair of killer spiked stilettos in one hand, she shifted on her stocking feet from one to the other as they stood outside on the pavement in front of the police station where Ardan had to bail her out…
again.

Five years. For five
long
years Ardan had been cleaning up behind Sirai Holland. Truth be told, the things she managed to get herself into weren’t completely her fault considering the fact the woman was Murphy’s Law incarnate, but dammit he was
really
getting tired of this. If it weren’t for his daddy, he wouldn’t even
know
her…or her penchant for pulling other people into her messes.

Sadly, Carrick O’Reilly had a soft spot for her since the day Sirai dragged herself through the doors of The Shamrock—Carrick’s bar. And from then on she’d pretty much become Ardan’s responsibility. Sirai had no family as far as he knew, and very few friends. It wasn’t that Ardan didn’t like her…it was that he liked her a little too much—could maybe call it love, some day after he got out of denial and stopped being a prick to her at every turn. It wasn’t exactly her fault she made him feel the way she did.

It was what it was. Sirai had an innate ability to send his blood boiling and make him smile all within the span of a few minutes. It was the most confusing thing Ardan had ever experienced but he liked it. No wait—he
loved it.
Too bad right now all he could think about was spanking her for getting into trouble…
again.

“Are you gonna keep yelling or are you gonna listen to what happened?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “No, I don’t wanna know. I don’t care. Just c’mon and get in the damn truck.” Ardan kept walking before he realized he was alone. Turning around he watched, Sirai head the opposite direction. “Where in the hell are you going?!”

“To a place that doesn’t have a flaming redheaded asshole!” she yelled back.

“Dammit! Sirai Lilah Holland, you get your ass back here,
right now!”

She stopped in her tracks, spinning to face him, “No. You. Did. Not. Just. Call. My. Government. All. Public. Like.”

“Just so you’re aware, breaking down one sentence into like eleven smaller ones in a soft voice while staring at me hard…really doesn’t scare me. And I’d also like to add that the whole state of Florida knows your got-damn government name because your ass can’t stay outta trouble for five minutes so don’t stand there glaring at me like I’m in the wrong here.”

That’s when she proceeded to flip him the bird. “Kiss my ass, Ardan. You’re not my daddy and I don’t need you lecturing me.”

His booted feet had him in front of her in seconds. Gripping the front of her quarter-length jean jacket, he loomed over her until she leaned backwards so far she was forming an upside down U. “Trust me sweetheart, if I was your daddy, you wouldn’t be able to walk straight most days because your ass would be constantly sore from the tannings administered to it.”

“What’re you gonna do, Irishman? Spank me out here in front of God and country? Let’s not forget the nice men and women who serve and protect right inside the building,” Sirai taunted, her copper colored eyes narrowed on him.

Ardan inhaled deeply and let go. “Get in the damn truck, Sirai. Don’t make me say it again.”

She stood there for a while, defiant as ever, glowering up at him. “No.” Then she turned away from him.

That was when Ardan snapped. He didn’t think about it, just grabbed Sirai and tossed her over his shoulder, ignoring every hit and kick he received. He had one goal in mind here, and it involved getting her in the truck, home, and out of his hair before he did something he regretted.

“Ardan, if you don’t put me down right now, I’ll—”

“What?!” he shouted, finally putting her in the passenger seat of his Ford and strapping her in. “You’ll. Do. What?”

Her jaw clenched as she sat back, folding her arms across her chest. “You made me drop my shoes. Could you please go and get them?”

“Are you shitting me?” His brows rose.

Hers did the same. “I paid four hundred dollars for those. If you don’t want to hear me complain the whole way back home, you’ll go pick them up.”

Ardan bit the inside of his cheek and closed the passenger side door, stalking off to find her beloved shoes. Damned woman. For the brief period of time that he’d known her, she’d done nothing but make him want to fuck her through a mattress or spank her ass.

Maybe you can do both, at the same time,
his cock whispered. Those copper eyes, full lips, dimpled smile and gorgeous body all made him want to do things to her. Dirty things.

“Shut. Up.” His eyes searched the parking lot but he didn’t see those damned shoes. Then he heard it, the sound of an engine starting.

Freezing, Ardan patted his back pocket where he’d slid his keys and came away with nothing. “Son of a bitch!” When he turned around, he watched the taillights of
his
truck head onto the main road before it disappeared altogether.

Oh, if he hadn’t planned on taking his hand to Sirai’s ass before, he damn sure did now.