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hell was

ter still ringing off the rafters above my head even for a night as slow as this. My brothers had gone home about an hour ago. When Caitlin had arrived, she had practically dragged Cormac through the doorway, and he'd level

te Irish jigs, which was a sweet thing to witness. He had a really nice voice, so much so that the entire pub wen

dan were tonight. They were typicall

was putting in wo

lass. I took a small sip, enjoying the smooth, smoky burn of one of my favorite whiskies, the Midleton Very Rare collection. Its exceptiona

othing less

ll-attuned to the soft, musical melody. I glanced back over my should

ounded the inner ring of his irises, with a deep forest green lining the outer rim. The color combina

want to fig

e of his designer suit, Tom Ford by the looks of it. Such an elegant selection spoke to his sophistication, e

eard that covered his chin. In the darkness, it appeared to be a deep brown, but when he stepped inside and cau

when he first stepped out of bed this morning, giving him a carefre

ominous and broody, with just the tiniest hint of

ss the room. His trajectory headed in my direction, an

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omething in this city. I had a reputation, one I'd carefully

Ada

gambling dens, restaurants, and various other establishments that lined our pockets. Our family was closely involved in horse races and shipping in and out of ports. We

our umbrella too, not just for the profit and opportunity these places presented fo

carving my own place in it each and every day. I'd made a name for myself. It was rare for someone not to know it. Ther

couldn't handle a powerful woman, especially if she had more than he did. I'd gone on a great many dates where they'd obviously resented

outshoot them. In my later dating life, I sometimes planned a first date at the shooting

a man that worshipped

s I was comfortable being single, I was still a woman, and I enjoyed sex. I had a very healthy libido that I took care of myself m

e was just like the rest of them; a selfish, insecure momma

ng to stoop tha