His eyes widen in surprise, lips curving up on one side. “You want to cook for me?”
“I probably can’t make an Irish stew like you can, but I’m actually pretty decent in the kitchen. I do more than just sew.”
“It’s true,” Layla chimes in. “She’s an amazing baker too! I can blame every single one of these curves on her!”
“You say that like it’s a problem,” Teagan says, climbing over the barrier to stand by Eamon. He eyes Layla appreciatively, making her blush and look down at her feet. Sticking a hand in her direction, he drawls, “Name’s Teagan O’Brien. You are?”
“Uh…um. Layla. Layla Diaz,” she answers nervously, placing her hand in his.
“Pleasure, love. Now, excuse me while I take Romeo here before Coach blows a gasket. See you around, Layla.” He winks at her before turning back to the field.
Eamon chuckles and kisses my cheek before walking away with Teagan. I watch as he walks away, because who wouldn’t want to watch that? Sighing, I turn to Layla to see that she’s also watching the guys walk away.
“Earth to Layla! You’re drooling.”
Layla’s dark eyes snap to mine, wide as saucers. “He was… Did he just… I didn’t imagine that, did I?”
“No, you definitely did not,” I tell her. “If I’ve learned anything over the last week, these Irishmen don’t have a problem expressing themselves.”
Chapter Nineteen
Norah
I’m just pulling dinner out of the oven when I hear a knock at the door. I’m anxious to see Eamon, but I’ve never cooked a meal for a guy before, so I’m stupidly nervous. When I throw open the door, my heart sinks. It’s not Eamon but a thoroughly pissed-off Myra.
“Myra, what are you…” I start, but she shoves her way through the door and turns on her heel to glare at me.
“What the hell is your man’s problem?” she seethes.
I am officially confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. What happened?”
She scoffs and says, “Apparently, Eamon threw Mac up against a wall before the game, defending your honor or someshit like that.”
“He what?” I gasp, completely shocked.
“Mac said that Eamon freaked out on him and told him if he heard Mac say anything about you again, he’d knock him out.” Her hands are on her hips, and she’s looking at me for support.
“Wait, what did Mac say exactly?” I’m not about to just let her barge in here demanding sympathies without some sort of explanation.
“What does that matter? He pretty much assaulted his teammate,” she fumes.
I bristle at her tone.What does itmatter?
“Myra,” I say thickly, feeling the burn of tears in my eyes. “What did Mac say?”
Heaving a sigh, she says, “Ugh. He wastotallyjoking around, but he asked Eamon how you were in the sack and implied you were probably pretty wild because you’re so prudish with everyone.”
I make a disgusted noise as I will myself not to cry.
“Right? Not even a big deal. Eamon has some serious anger…”
“Get out,” I interrupt her in a hoarse whisper.
“What?” Myra gapes at me.
“After everything I’ve been through and the huge step I’m taking just dating Eamon, you think it’s okay for Mac to talk about me like that?” I’m so angry I’m shaking.
“Oh my god, Norah,” she rolls her eyes. “How long are you going to play that card? It’s been how many years now? Time to move on. Maybe if you let him fuck you, you’ll get over it.”
