Chapter Twelve

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March 17 – 8am

I wake drenched in sweat, sheets and blankets tangled around my body, and my dick achingly hard.

Slamming a fist into the mattress, I huff out a deep breath, then scrub my hands over my face.

FUCK!

Today isn't the day for this.

I have less than thirty minutes to get to the pub and help with breakfast.

I crawl into an icy shower, unwilling to revisit my dreams in the harsh light of day.

No use pining over what I've lost.

The one time my Irish luck fails me ended up being with the one person I can't forget.