Blind Love (Cowboys & Angels 5)

“I can’t do another one. I’m already feeling it,” Paxton stated.

“Hell, I’ll do another one with you, Maebh,” Waylynn proudly announced.

“Count me in!” I added.

Amelia shook her head and bowed out along with Paxton.

“Ready?” Maebh asked. She poured three shots.

Waylynn’s eyes widened. “Hell, girl, those are double what I poured.”

With a laugh, she handed Waylynn and me our shots. We did as she instructed and the cool burn rushed down my throat.

“Damn, that’s strong. How can you drink it like that?” I asked.

Maebh laughed. “My father owns the company that makes this whiskey. I’ve been drinking this since I was about ten.”

Waylynn got an evil grin on her face. “So, you can hold your whiskey, then, right?”

She shrugged. “I guess so. Why?”

“No reason. Just an observation. Wow, you shine up pretty nice, Ms. O’Sullivan.”

“Okay, it looks like I’m still the only one dressed like a hooker.” I pouted.

Maebh shook her head. “I think you look amazing.”

“Thank you,” I said as I laced my arm with hers. “Then you can help me down the damn stairs in these heels.”

By the time we got out of Aisling’s we were ready to dance and have a good time. The whiskey had hit me like a Mack truck, and I was pretty sure it had hit Waylynn just as hard because she told Corina not to let her take any more shots for the rest of the night.

The bar was packed like usual.

“Do you see a table?” Waylynn shouted over a Dierks Bentley song.

I shook my head while I scanned the place. Amelia grabbed our hands. “There should be one reserved. I told Cord we were coming.”

“Thank goodness!” Corina shouted.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Corina and Maebh lost in conversation as they made their way through the crowd, trying to keep up with us and chat over the music.

When we made it to the table, Amelia and Waylynn high-fived each other.

“Okay! Drinks! Corina, water?”

She nodded and sat down.

Waylynn pointed to each of us and got our order. “Want to come with me, Maebh?”

With a huge smile, she jumped up and followed Waylynn.

“She totally did that on purpose so Cord would see Maebh with us,” Paxton stated, shaking her head and speaking to no one in particular. “Cord’s going to see right through that ploy.”

When they came back, the music had stopped so that the DJ could take a break.

“Maebh! Spell your name!” Corina said all giddy.

“Again?” Maebh chuckled.

“Yes! Listen y’all.”

We leaned in. “M-A-E-B-hayche.”

“Hayche?” I asked.

Maebh shook her head, “No, hayche.”

“H,” Waylynn said with a giggle.

Maebh nodded. “Yes! Hayche!”

We all started laughing. “Maebh, your H and our H is not the same. You’re pronouncing it like hay-che.”

She agreed again. “Right. Hayche.”

I felt a hand on my back and jumped. When I looked up, I was looking into the eyes of Toby.

“Hey! Fancy meeting you here.” The music started back up with “Problem” by Ariana Grande. “Dance with me?”

I let him lead me to the dance floor. The whiskey was flowing through me. Toby was a good dancer and handsome for sure. My neglected body was certainly happy to have a man touching it.

Toby drew my body into his. His mouth against my ear, he purred, “You look hot in that dress, Harley.”

I felt my cheeks heat. It wasn’t the same feeling Tripp instilled in me, but it was nice to have my body reacting to a man. “Thank you, Toby! I feel a bit exposed.”

He gave me a sexy wink. “No way.”

I was lost in dancing with Toby and noticed Maebh was dancing with the guy I had seen with Toby. I pointed and yelled, “A friend of yours?”

He nodded and moved his mouth to my ear again. “Another firefighter.”

My stomach pulled as his hot breath hit my ear once more. Toby wasn’t bad looking, by any means. He was fit, a firefighter, and knew how to dance. I hadn’t been with a guy in over a year. My last on and off boyfriend had been a doctor who never seemed to have time to fit us in. I didn’t complain, though. He was really only good for the occasional hook-up we managed to squeeze in. We both knew it would never go anywhere, so it worked out for both of us.

I smiled and let Toby wrap his arms around me for a slow song. I was in heels so two-stepping was out of the question.

“It’s great being able to see you again,” he said as he tugged gently on a loose piece of hair.

I did the only thing I knew to do. I flashed him a wide grin. “I feel the same.”

Do I?

He certainly was a lot of fun to dance with, and I could see myself dating him. Maybe it was time for me to move on, like the girls said. Tripp had made it clear he had no intention to forgive me, and was angrier with me now more than ever.