Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series by Tricia Daniels Read Free Book Online

unsure if
it’s the excitement or the fact that it’s now 11pm and she hasn’t
had anything to eat.
    More than likely, it’s because she just
thought about Ethan O’Connell but she pushes that thought out of
her head quickly. Climbing into bed her mind is racing. Still
fighting to deny her attraction to the sexy Irishman, warmth rushes
over her skin as she recalls her body’s reaction to his touch.
Appalled at its betrayal she tries to focus on Friday, planning her
outfit and where they will go for dinner. Instead, she finds
herself drifting into sleep with the thought of Ethan’s strong,
well-developed muscles pressed against her.
     
    Friday morning arrives quickly as her cell
phone comes to life, blasting out an alarm. Its brassy melodic ring
tone repeats itself in an unrelenting manner. Without opening her
eyes Olivia searches blindly, trying to find it amongst the pillows
and blankets. Finally getting her hands on it she peeks at the time
through one eye and turns it off.
    She rolls out of bed still tired, having
woken a few times in the night with the thoughts of a particular
smoking hot Irishman on her mind, and feeling more than just a
little restless. Pushing unwanted thoughts of him out of her head,
she stands in front of the bedroom closet trying to focus on her
rendezvous with Noah and fusses over what to wear. Finally, she
chooses a black chiffon dress in a simple A-line design and a very
revealing neckline that makes her feel feminine, despite her tomboy
tendencies. It’s also just the right length to hide the hideous
wound on her leg. After showering and tending to some personal
landscaping she decides to use the flat iron to straighten the
curls out of her hair. She thinks it gives her a much more alluring
appearance and today she’s feeling very seductive. Sliding on her
black patent high heels, she admires her appearance in the mirrored
closet door. Perfect.
    On the way through the backyard the sounds
of the mourning doves welcome her to the garden. She wishes she
could stay and enjoy their hospitality but she’s in a rush to stop
at the local coffee shop to buy her breakfast. A small, green finch
sits on the fence and watches her make her way to the car. Studying
it as she passes, she wonders if it could possibly be the same one
that sat outside her office window yesterday. She’s certain it must
be… she has never seen a green finch before and it seems unusual
that she would see two different ones a few days apart. It seems
even more unlikely that he would travel from her work several
blocks away to be casually sitting on her fence. Yesterday she
didn’t notice the white patch of feathers on its chest and the two
black scrolled marks in the center that almost touch at the top and
bottom to form the outline of a heart shape. He’s a beautiful
little bird she acknowledges, and she finds its presence almost
comforting. Weird.
    Her old, worn out vintage Mustang coughs and
sputters as she makes her way up the street to the coffee shop. The
drive-thru line up is backed up around the parking lot and out on
to the road. She mutters her frustration, hating the thought of
going inside and standing in line, but it doesn’t look like she has
much choice this morning. She’s too hungry to wait until lunch time
to eat but she’ll be late if she stays where she is. When a spot
opens up by the door, she ditches out of the drive-thru lane and
parks. Getting out of the car and heading for the door, she forgets
briefly that she’s wearing heels and has to adjust her steps to a
smaller, more ladylike gait. She’s definitely much more comfortable
in her Converse high-tops, but these heels are perfectly suited for
this dress.
    Approaching the building, she’s aware that
there is a man walking behind her and she’s surprised when he
suddenly rushes past to open the door for her. She smiles at him.
“Thank you.” Gee, that’s never happened before. She has seen him
here every morning for the past two years