“He had a paper to finish, so I’m assuming he’s at his place,” Norah says pointedly and tosses a grape at me. “With Teagan.”
I blush furiously and glare at her.
“Wait, what’s going on with Teagan?” Amelia blurts, shooting a wink at Norah. “Are you two a thing?”
“No!” I yell, just as Norah sings out, “Yes!”
“Norah Grady, I hate you with the fire of a million suns!Nothingis going on between me and Teagan!”
“Not yet, anyway!” She laughs. “But it’s only a matter of time. You can cut that sexual tension with a knife!”
I roll my eyes. “Stop it. We’ve literally only been around each once.”
“Yes,” Norah agrees, “but there is absolutely no denying the attraction between the two of you.”
“He’s super hot, so good job, Layla!” Myra chimes in with a little more vigor.
Taking a sip from my wine glass, I nod. I can’t, and won’t, deny it. “Yeah, of course he’s hot. But that doesn’t mean anything is going on.”
“Psh. Whatever you say. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Lay. There’s nothing but interest there,” Norah says, waggling her eyebrows.
Rolling my eyes again, I say, “He’s probably just a flirt like Rowan.”
Norah laughs. “Nobodyflirts like Rowan does. I’ve never seen Teagan flirt with anyone, actually.”
My heart thrills at the thought of being singled out by him. I briefly entertain the idea of bringing him to my family’s Christmas dinner and introducing him as my boyfriend, but I dismiss it just as quickly. Not only is he definitelynotmy boyfriend, but I’m not about to subject him, or any man, to a Diaz family Christmas.
Chapter Five
Teagan
“Hello? Earth to Kennedy.” I wave my hand in front of Eamon’s face. He’s been staring into space for ages, with his lips tilted in a small smile.
“What? Sorry, mate. I was miles away,” Eamon says, shaking his head.
“I’d say. What’s got your head in the clouds?”
He grins then, and holy hell, is heblushing?
“Oh. You and Norah finally consummate the relationship, then?” I wag my eyebrows before slapping Eamon on the back in congratulations.
He shoves me away, a huge grin lighting up his face. “Fuck off. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“What about shag and tell? And I know for a fact you’re no gentleman,” I joke. If anyone is a gentleman, it’s Eamon. He treats everyone, especially women, with theutmost respect.
“I’ll tell you what,” he starts. “When you and Layla finally seal the deal, we can swap stories over wine like a group of lasses at a hen party.”
Eamon’s words flood my mind with some very inappropriate thoughts of Layla. Winding her long dark hair around my hand and pulling it just enough to expose her throat. Kissing a path down her neck while tracing her luscious curves with my free hand.
Stopping those thoughts in their tracks, I quip, “Ooh, can we do each other’s nails too? I quite fancy a new mani.”
“Yeah, alright. Manis it is, but no waxing. I’m adopting a more natural look these days.” Eamon chuckles as he says. “Whatisthe deal with you and Layla? Have you seen her lately?”
I shake my head and grab the back of my neck. “I don’t want to scare her off. I’m trying to let her know I’m into her without coming on too strong, yeah?”
“You know she’s nervous, right?” Eamon asks. “Norah said she hasn’t had a serious relationship before and doesn’t sleep around, so she’s probably completely out of her comfort zone. You may have to be more assertive.”
“Aye, I figured that was the case. I’m fine with taking it slow. I’d like to build a friendship with her so she knows I’m not going to muck about with her. I’m not Ro.” I grimace.
