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“This okay?” he asked before sitting.
She glanced around. “Fine.”
She swung her bag over her head and plopped it on the free chair between them. A waitress came by. “What can I get you?”
“A shot of Jack and lite beer.”
“Miller.”
“Bottle or tap?”
“Bottle,” both he and Emma said. Emma’s mouth eased into a small smile.
After the waitress left, Sean asked, “So what makes this a whiskey night other than your brother screwing up your car?”
“Work stuff.”
“What do you do?”
Before she could answer, the waitress returned with their drinks. Emma grabbed the shot and slammed it back. When she set the glass back down, he noticed a butterfly tattoo peeking out from the tank top on the back of her shoulder. She looked at him. “I’m a teacher.”
He froze. He hadn’t expected that. One look at the suit she wore and he’d assumed some kind of office job, secretary or something. She was a teacher. He laughed as she took a gulp of beer.
“What’s so funny?”
“I can’t imagine any teacher I ever had doing a shot of Jack in a bar like this.”
A dark look passed over her face, but then she covered it with a smile. “I guess we all have some surprises.”
He reached over and brushed her hair off her shoulder. “I can guarantee I never had a teacher as hot as you. I never would’ve gotten out of school otherwise.”
Emma snorted at him and then took another drink of beer. “You already got me to the bar, buddy, no need for compliments.”
Sean’s hand slid away. He didn’t know how to read that. Women usually liked some sweet talk. “Being honest. If you were my teacher I’d spend all my time imagining you naked.”
“Show me a good time and you might not have to imagine it.” Her voice was low and a little husky.
“You mean rigging your car to get you to safety, giving you a ride on my bike, and buying you a drink wasn’t enough?”
She laughed. That too was a low, sexy sound. “I might be easy, but not that easy.”
“I can guarantee a good time once you’re naked.” She didn’t look convinced. “In the meantime, we can shoot some darts in back. Or play pool.”
“Okay, let’s go.” She grabbed her bag and her beer and slid from the chair.
Sean hadn’t expected her to want to play, but if that showed her the good time she wanted, he’d play. She beelined for the dartboard. As she yanked darts from the cork, he asked, “Is your brother older or younger?”
She paused and glanced over her shoulder. “Older. Why?”
He watched her mark 301 on each side of the board. She’d obviously played before. “Making conversation. Any other siblings?”
“Nope. How about you?” She pointed at the board.
He nodded. “Three brothers and one sister.”
“Holy cow. Five kids? Who does that?”
He accepted the darts she handed him. “Irish Catholics. I live in a neighborhood full of ’em.”
“Where do you come in?”
“Dead middle. Two older brothers, one younger, and the baby is my sister.”
“Uh-oh.”
“What?”
“Middle-child syndrome. Always being forgotten, struggling to get a piece of attention.” She pointed a finger in his general direction. “Explains the whole rebel thing you have going on.”
Rebel? He didn’t think of himself as a rebel. He just did what he wanted. “You’re off base.”
“I bet your oldest brother is super responsible.”
She had him there. Jimmy was the most responsible guy he knew. Sean had always attributed it to Jimmy taking care of them after their mom had been killed. “There are extenuating circumstances.”
One of her eyebrows arched up. “You and the older brother next in line are middle children. If you’re the rebel, my guess is that he’s the clown.”
Sean froze as he lined up his first shot with a dart. “It’s a little eerie that you did that. I’m not much of a rebel, but Kevin has always been the clown.”
She bumped him out of the way. “Ladies first.” She let a dart sail across the room. Triple-point eighteen. “And the two youngest are coddled by everyone in the family because they’re the babies.”
She threw her other two darts for a double twenty and a nineteen.
“How did you do that?”
She pointed at the board again. “Good aim.”
“No. The things about my siblings.” Sean paused and remembered Leena who had picked him up at a bar last summer. It wasn’t until after he’d gotten her home that he’d discovered that not only was she one of Jimmy’s exes, but she was weird. “Did you ever go out with Jimmy O’Malley?”
“No. Who’s Jimmy?”
“My oldest brother.” He took his mark and threw the dart. Fifteen. First shot and she was already kicking his ass. He halfheartedly finished his turn.
“As far as I know, I’ve never met an O’Malley. Pretty sure I’d remember.” She took a swig of beer. “As far as understanding birth order, I did a paper on it a few years ago. Fascinating stuff. I bet I could do a whole thesis on the dynamics of a family like yours.”
He laughed. “My family isn’t that interesting.”
She stood to take her turn as he yanked his darts from the cork. “Hey, by your explanation, your brother would be super responsible like mine. He’d never say he’d fix your car and not do it.”
She smiled. “Extenuating circumstances.”
About the Author
Shannyn Schroeder is a former high school and middle school English teacher. She holds a BA in English and MAs in Special Education and Gifted Education. After having her third child, she decided to stay at home. She’s since worked as an editor for a couple of e-publishers and currently works as an editor for an education company that publishes online current events assignments. She juggles writing around the kids’ schedules.
In her spare time, Shannyn loves to bake and watches far too much TV, especially cop shows. She started her first book on a dare from her husband and has never looked back. She came to reading romance later than many, but lives for the happy ending, and writes contemporary romance because she enjoys the adventure of new love.
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