“Ach, well if wehaveto do this, we might as well give it our all! Plus,” he declares, turning his backside to the mirror, “these knickers really make my arse look good.”
A snort escapes me just as Teagan says, “I’m going to hurl.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Layla
“Teag, let me in,” I plead.
“Just…give me a few minutes, okay?”
I pause, not wanting to leave him alone. “Do you want me to stay in here?”
After Norah checked his costume to make sure everything was where it should be, Teagan clomped down the hall in his platform boots to the bathroom. I followed him in, and he all but threw himself into a stall, closing and locking the door in my face, before vomiting in the toilet.
“No, you can go…” he barely gets the words out before he’s heaving again.
“Okay. I’ll come check on you in a few minutes.”
As I exit the bathroom, a large black-haired cat woman slinks toward me. It takes me a second to realize it’s Eamon in full costume. All three Irishmen are good-looking, and obviously, Teagan is theonly man for me, but it would be an outright lie to say Norah’s fiancé doesn’t look damn fine in his attire. The black, leather bodysuit clings to him like it was painted on.
I let out a whistle. “Looking good, Kennedy!”
“Thanks,” he says dryly. “Remind me to never let Norah and Teagan challenge each other again. And no tequila. Ever.”
“Deal. Though after today, I don’t think Teagan will even consider it.” I throw a thumb over my shoulder toward the bathroom door. “He’s riding the struggle bus at the moment.”
“Aye, that’s what Norah said. I came to help.” He starts to rub a hand over his face.
“Ah-ah! Hands off!”
“Fuck. How do you lasses wear this shite? It’s suffocating.” The scowl on his made-up face just adds to his Grumpy Cat persona, making me giggle.
“Good luck with Teag.”
“We’ll see,” Eamon says doubtfully, pushing open the door. “He may not be very keen to listen if he’s this worked up.”
It’s so baffling to see Teagan in this state since he usually welcomes a challenge with open arms. I’ve never even seen him lose his temper. Shaking my head, I make my way back to Norah to see if she needs help with anything else. I find her talking to Dr. Andrews, the department head. He lifts his eyes when he sees me, waving me over.
“Miss Diaz! You’ve done some extraordinary work today!”
My face heats at the praise. Compliments always embarrass me.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Ms. Grady tells me you’re hoping to pursue a career in makeup application. How would you feel about joining the department? We could use your talent on the team.”
Norah told me this was a possibility, but having the confirmation is still a shock to my system. I never thought that my dream could become a reality.
“I would be honored, Dr. Andrews. Thank you!”
“Excellent!” He claps his hands together before extending one to me. “Come see me next week and we’ll discuss the details.”
“Of course,” I say, accepting the handshake. “Thank you so much!”
He smiles warmly. “Alright, it’s almost showtime. I’ll be out in the audience if you need me.”
Norah reaches over to squeeze my hand. “See? I told you he’d love your work!”
