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not used to spilling my guts to strangers.”
    “We’re far from strangers.” I danced a fingertip along the curve of her waist. “Far, far from strangers.” She was my other half, the very core of my soul. 
    Her head whipped around, and she nailed me with a confident look before lifting the basket. “I’m going to throw this in the wash. I’ll be back in a minute and we can start on the kitchen?”
    “I’ll be here,” I called with a wave, a little disheartened that she hadn’t opened up to me. “Waiting for you,” I whispered to myself.
    While I waited for her, I got to work on deep cleaning the small kitchen area that catered to the high fat, fried bar food the customers loved. Food wasn’t big business in the bar, but there was always one or two people wanting onion rings or poppers. A crash-course in using the fryer had been required when I started since the bar couldn’t afford a full-time cook.
    I was on my knees and scrubbing beneath the fryer when she returned. Her hair was high in a ponytail, her work shirt peeled off, so she was in just a pink tank top, one that outlined every goddamn curve she had and was meant to drive me nuts no doubt. Couldn’t she put on some more clothing? Those luscious curves were just for my eyes, and the bar may be closed now but that didn’t stop a jealous pit in my stomach from forming.
    “Hot.”
    “Liam—”
    “I mean it’s hot in here. But you look hot too—no need to beg for compliments, Charlie, I’ll always give them to you. I do think you should wear a turtleneck when you’re in everyone else’s presence though. A turtleneck and thick pants so no one can see those mouth-watering curves.”
    “Ya know”—she crossed her arms, and it plumped her tits in the most goddamn beautiful way. I wanted a fistful in each hand while I devoured her mouth with my tongue—“my dad was right about you.”
    I hardly registered her words as my gaze roamed her curves. “Oh?”
    “You are an Irish bastard.”
    “I thought he called me a playboy?”
    “I may have added that for dramatic effect. Get back to work, Irish.” She tossed a towel soaked in hot water at me, and I caught it before it landed with a fiery crack on my shoulder. 
    “I have a feeling my energy could be put to better uses.” I couldn’t help flirting. She drove me mad with rock-hard lust. 
    “Not your night, buddy,” she said with a grin before she bent on her knees at the opposite end of the cooktop and started scrubbing with me. 
    A moment later, she paused and pulled out her phone. The opening notes of a Lynyrd Skynyrd song belted from her phone, and I instantly thought that this was just the American experience I’d been looking for when I decided to stay in Boston this summer, despite my parents’ best efforts to change my mind. 
    And Charlie was the perfect American girl to meet this summer. Such a refreshing change from my otherwise dull and predictable life. 
    She rose a few minutes later, tossing the towel into the soapy bucket and admiring her work. “I think it looks good.”
    “I think you missed a spot.” I pointed vaguely, giving her a hard time. 
    “What? Where?” She cocked her head and leaned closer to me.
    “Right”—I pulled her a little closer—“here.” I swiped at her temple with my thumb, catching a straight bit of dust that had smudged there. “Perfect.”
    Her playlist shuffled to another song, something a little slower. 
    Her eyes closed, and she swayed to the beat. “This is my mom’s favorite song.”
    “It’s a beautiful one.”
    She nodded as she seemed to absorb the words. “We lost her a long time ago. I only have a few memories of her, but the ones I have are good ones. I don’t think my dad’s looked at another woman since.”
    “Did she pass away?” I pulled her down to the floor with me. The tiles bit into my knees, but I didn’t give a shit. I loved this softer side of her. 
    “She was an alcoholic—spare me with the