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“Burning truths?”
“Come on, just play the game, lass. You might actually have fun.Fun is never a bad thing.” He sits forward and his knees brush mine.
“Fine.” I take a measured breath and gear myself up for what could be a trap.“Let’s play. Who goes first? You or me?”
“You choose.”
“Me first. It feels safer that way.”
“Fire away.” He does that sexy boss thing again where he sits back with his arms spread out over the back of the seat.
I think of my first assumption about him and decide to proceed with caution. “You ran away from home once, never to return.”
He straightens, reaches for the bottle and pours the wine into his shot glass. He drinks, showing that my assumption was right.
“I was twelve and I didn’t want to succeed my father or learn anything about our family business,” he explains. “So I ran away.”
“What did you want to do instead?”
“I wanted to be a doctor, or something medical.”
I can’t see him being a doctor, but that’s not because I don’t think he could be one. It’s because he's so… suited to who he already is.
“That’s a good career.”
“But not as good as an investment banker in my father’s eyes. I love him to death, but my athair was strict as shit.”
“Athair?”
“It’s the Gaelic word for father.”
“It sounds good.”
“Next one, lass.”
I think again. I was right last time, and my assumption was a tame one. “You were bullied in school.” That could be why he’s so abrasive and scary now.
I feel like I’m on a roll when he grabs the wine bottle again but this time he pours the drink into my shot glass.
“Really, lass? You think I would let someone bully me?” He gives me an incredulous stare and hands me the glass.
“So you were always like this? In boss mode?”
“Yes.”
I drink the wine and that tastes delicious, too. It’s so flavorful I could drink the whole bottle.
“Last one, lass. Try to be more imaginative this time.” He nods.
“Okay.” This time I think outside the box as I stare into those deep blue eyes. I see a softer side. Something he doesn’t show people too often because he probably never allows anyone to get close to him in proximity or in trust. “You were in love once.”
From the way his eyes darken I know I’m right. He confirms it by taking a drink.
“Many years ago.”
I remember the woman in his office and I wonder if it was her. She and Cillian seemed close. I know I walked in on some kind of argument.
The woman was model-gorgeous with a sassy attitude to match. She also didn’t like the look of me.
