Unmarked: Sean's Story (Chosen #4) by Alisa Mullen Read Free Book Online

Something maybe more for her? I had to be careful. I would never wish this broken heart on another living creature. Even snakes. Do snakes have emotions? I fucking hated those fuckers.
    “You just kissed me. Why? You – who can do whatever or whoever the fuck you like – thought what?  ‘I want to kiss her’ and thought that'd be ok with me?” At first she was upset until something dawned on her. She pointed her finger behind her, clearly not the way back to Lizzie’s place.
    I let go of her face and stepped back. As I shrugged, I heard her large sigh.
    I tried to offer her a smile but it was just plain weak. She nodded her head and returned a small smile. I honestly had nothing to say and I didn’t have to respond because Aoife opened the door for us with a bigger flourish that I ever expected from a tiny thing like her. She never looked back at me as she walked straight to the bar and ordered three, back-to-back, whisky shots. The girl could drink. Holy hell – it almost made me want to kiss her again as I straddled up to her on the vacant chair. My friends were clearly calling for me from the corner but I held up a finger to them as I watched her pound each shot back. When she had finished, she turned to me with a half glazed over look and a devious smile.
    “Come on. Are ya gonna introduce me to the lads or what?”
    She didn’t ask because it was more of a demand. I tried to help her off her bar stool but she scowled at me. This night was not fun. Lizzie was confusing. Irish was confusing. I was confused.
    “I know how to get off a chair. My parents did teach me that,” she said and her face went beet red.
    I held my hands up in surrender and chuckled at her. She was a spitfire little thing and I was growing more and more inquisitive about her. I had kissed her. I had torn her away from the party. I had been a fucking creeper out in the front of Mitch’s Pub and she was getting me back with downing drinks and verbally chastising me for being of assistance. I had to back off this girl – way off.
    My buddies were the perfect distraction Aoife and I needed from each other. She sidled up next to Robbie. He wasn’t that much of a ladies’ man but he was in the crew. His glasses almost resembled those bottle cap glasses from the 1970’s but he was one hell of a tattoo artist and was extremely successful in Quincy – a suburb of Boston. Ricky immediately squeezed himself into the booth right next to Aoife, literally sandwiching her in. Ricky was a classic greaser knock off straight from the fifties.
    He wasn’t naturally attractive but his look was a hit with the ladies. He was a mechanic and he loved the jackets, the hats, and the whole black comb in his back pocket. His on again, off again girlfriend couldn’t decide if she wanted to live within the financial limits of a mechanic’s salary. His charm was impeccable.
    I sat next to Will. He was the most laid back of any of us. Now, that guy could make panties drop in Maine and he didn’t even have to open his mouth to speak. The four of us, and occasionally Todd, would get together for beers, shoot the shit over a Bruins or Celtics game, and if anyone wanted ink – no one would go to anyone but me or Robbie. We were wicked good at it and everyone knew it.
    Will always left the bar with a chick and when I went to shake his hand, I caught his stare on a heavy racked blond – sitting at a table with some guy who was clearly from Southie.
    “Don’t go there, man,” I warned him as I put up a finger for Georgia – the redheaded waitress (whom yes, I occasionally called Lizzie, even though they were so different from one another).
    “The girl already gave me a blow job in the men’s room. I am just waiting on her signal so we can blow this place. These guys are a bunch of schmucks and it has been slower than a sloth eating a leaf,” he retorted as he took a pull of his beer.
    Did I mention Will attended MIT and was studying to be an aeronautical