Wild Irish Envy (Copperline #2) Read Online Free PDF

my lips. “We’re going to the same place.”
    “You’re going to Dublin?” she gasped.
    “I am,” I nodded. “My grandmother’s not well. Doesn’t look like she has long, and she wanted to see me again.”
    Her eyes went soft and sad. “I’m sorry, Denny.”
    “It’s life, ya know,” I shrugged, swallowing the lump in my throat. Doing my best to appear less affected than I really was, I dropped my eyes down to my hands in my lap. “People come and go.”
    “Are you close?” she asked.
    “She’s what I miss most about Dublin,” I replied simply.
    Fliss was quiet for a moment. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me. Her hand came to rest over mine. She didn’t say anything. What can someone say when you’re faced with the death of someone you love? But the comfort from her touch meant more to me than I cared to admit.
    We sat in silence for a while and her eyes began to grow heavy. The weariness caused by her illness seemed to pull her away, into herself, and she began to relax into a doze. Yet her hand stayed on mine.
    In all the time I’d known her, I’d hardly touched her. But her hand on mine felt so right and real, so powerful in its own weird way. It didn’t make sense to me why this one girl affected me like that.
    I only knew that nobody else had ever touched me the way she did.

    Fliss slept most of the way to Newark. Fitfully. Sometimes shivering, and I pulled out my fleece jacket to tuck around her. After some time being covered, her face would become flushed and she would pull the jacket away with a barely audible moan. I’d take the washcloth and dip it into the melting ice, then would draw it across her forehead to ease the burning fever. I woke her once to take more Tylenol, and she almost immediately faded back into her uncomfortable somnolence.
    We had about a two-hour layover in Newark, and I figured she could use as much rest as possible, so I made a mental note to get her some NyQuil or something that would help her sleep once we took off again. Otherwise, she’d have a horribly long, sleepless night and be completely off-kilter when we got to Dublin.
    I nudged her shoulder as we came closer to landing. Still wary, but apparently too sick to really care, she followed my direction as we disembarked and made our way to the next gate.
    “Are ya hungry at all? I think they’ll feed us on the next flight, but I can also about guarantee that it won’t be very good.”
    “Not at all hungry, but I could go for something cold,” she murmured. “A soda or something. My throat is killing me.”
    Looking around, I saw a smoothie place. “How about a smoothie? It’ll give ya a bit of nutrition, too. Any flavor you prefer?”
    “Um… I don’t know… pomegranate?”
    “Huh,” I nodded slowly. “Well, that’s random, but… okay,” I said, guiding her to sit on a bench at our departing gate. I propped her carry-on and mine alongside her. “One pomegranate smoothie coming up.”
    I grabbed some nighttime cold medicine from a shop and a burger from McDonalds for myself on the way back to her, and we sat quietly on the bench and gazed out the large windows while we waited for our flight. Fliss finished off her smoothie, shivering as she sipped it through the straw. I grabbed my jacket and tucked it over her shoulders, ignoring the cautious glance she gave me. After a bit, she turned her head to study the view before us with a little more concentration.
    “Is that the New York City skyline?”
    “It is.”
    “I didn’t realize I’d be able to see it.”
    “Well, Newark is practically connected to the Big Apple, ya know,” I said with a teasing smile in my voice, and she looked up at me, completely unamused.
    “Feck off,” she said, parroting my accent.
    “Ah, see,” I grinned. “You’ll fit in very well when we get to Dublin.”
    She grumbled a little, but went back to gazing out the window before she dropped her head back and closed her eyes. “How can I be tired? I