Becoming the Whiskey Princess by Toni Aleo Read Free Book Online Page B

hand. “Give it time.”
    “We were gonna have sex the night I got shot,” I point out and he closes his eyes.
    “You’re killin’ me, Amberlyn. Shh, don’t talk about it. I won’t make it through dinner with my family if ya keep it up,” he practically begs and I giggle.
    “So saying that I want you very, very badly is frowned upon until a moment where we aren’t going to dinner with your family?”
    His eyes drift shut as he nods his head, his fingers squeezing mine. “You like torturing me, yeah?”
    I smile. “Yeah, I do.”
    It’s just so easy.

“Y ou look well, Amberlyn. That’s very good.”
    I look up and smile across the table at Mr. O’Callaghan. Declan’s mother and Lena smile fondly at me while her fiancé, Micah, just looks at me. He is very proper. Doesn’t really talk much, but he is gorgeous. He’d have to be to be with someone like Lena. She is stunning. Tall as a model and a body like one too. The dress she wears puts mine to shame. It sparkles like a mirror ball and is short, showing off her beautiful long legs. Micah doesn’t take his eyes off her much, and I don’t blame him. I feel a little self-conscious around her. If Declan didn’t look at me like I was the best looking piece of pie in the world, I’d probably leave.
    Thankfully, he does though.
    “Thank you,” I say, tearing my gaze away from Micah and on to Mr. O’Callaghan. “I feel great.”
    “That’s grand, Amberlyn, we’ve all been so worried,” Mrs. O’Callaghan says.
    “Sorry for that,” I say because I have no clue what else to say.
    “No, not at all. We owe you everything for protecting Declan the way you did,” she says softly, squeezing Declan’s arm. He sends her a smile before glancing at me with a grin. Good God, he is sexy. Heat burns throughout me. While it is fun to torture him with my need, it’s just that; I crave him. I want to feel his naked body against mine. I want touch my lips to his body, taste him, and have the most unbelievable connection with him. I need it. I need him.
    “You’re flushed. Are you okay?”
    I glance over at him as my skin burns with more color. “Yes, fine. It’s hot in here.”
    He chuckles as Lena says, “I love your accent. It’s so different from ours. It’s so funny that we are both marrying non-Irish folks, Dec! Poor kids of ours won’t know who to sound like.”
    Declan laughs as he nods. “I hope they all sound like Amberlyn. That would be a blessing, yeah.”
    I smile as I lean into him and Lena giggles. “Such a softy he is. Wish ya talked to me like that, Micah.”
    Micah scoffs to that as he shakes his head. “Like I don’t. You know I do.”
    His voice is very English. He’s from London from my understanding. They met when she went there on a holiday with her grandmother. Lena’s laughter fills the room as she nods her head.
    “I do,” she says with a wink, and you can just see their love coming off them in waves. I wonder if it looks that way for Declan and me.
    “When are you two getting married?” I ask and Lena smiles.
    “May, next year. We want to wait till his mother gets back from Africa. She is doing missionary work,” Lena informs me and I smile.
    “That’s amazing.”
    “Yeah, she’s a doctor. I’m to go over this November to help build some house. Trying to talk Lena into going with me.”
    Lena laughs as Declan scoffs. “She wouldn’t last an hour and you know it.”
    Micah smiles as he looks over at her. “Yeah, she wouldn’t, but it’s gonna be hard being away from her.”
    “I might try,” Lena announces, but that has everyone at the table laughing. “Ah! Whatever.”
    “You know you need your hair and makeup done, and I doubt that your designer will come to Africa to design yer dresses,” Declan says, pointing his fork at her. “And I’m pretty sure they don’t have air conditioning.”
    “Oh, off with ya.” She sneers back at him with a wave of her hand. “I don’t need that