Luck of the Irish

When Dina’s boss assigns her to review a local family restaurant called Luck of the Irish on St. Patrick’s Day of all days, she isn’t happy. Upon entering the establishment and seeing all the staff dressed as Leprechauns, she expects passable food and annoyingly cheerful service. What she got left her breathless.

Connor had always known what his destiny held in store for him. When the gods finally bestowed their gift upon him, he never expected his destiny to take place in a pair of sea blue eyes. Now, he finally understood why a four leaf clover is considered good luck.

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Her blush burned hotter at the compliment. “I… I…” Taking a deep breath Dina forced calmness to flow through her. “Thank you.” She wanted to crawl into the deepest , darkest hole she could find when he laughed again. Thank you? I said thank you? The man compliments me that way and I say thank you? I am pathetic.

“You needed something Miss…”

“Please, before I make and even bigger fool of myself call me Dina. I want to look around to see whom you’re talking to when you call me Miss.”

Connor nodded and flashed her a sexy grin. “How may I be of assistance to you today, Dina?”

You could take me in those big, strong arms of yours and ravage me, you sexy man. Lightly shaking her head to get the naughty thoughts out of it, Dina looked down at her now cold bowl of soup, her eyes lighting on the four leaf clover. “Oh right, I found the most peculiar thing floating in my soup. A clover and I wondered…”

“A clover?”

She hadn’t expected him to look so confused when she mentioned her surprising find. As it was St-Patrick’s Day she assumed he’d tell her it was a festive garnish. Instead, the look that crossed his face left her wondering if he needed to sit down. “Connor? Are you feeling alright? Maybe you should sit down.”

“Thank you, I think I will.”

Signaling one of the servers over, he softly whispered something into their ear before having a seat across from her. “Did the clover have three or four leaves?”

Dina picked up the clover and handed it over to him. Something about the seriousness in his eyes told her he’d need to examine the clover himself to acknowledge the truth. Reaching across the table, her body started to tingle in anticipation. The moment their fingers touched the entire room spun around them. When the spinning stopped, all she could see was the most beautiful green eyes she’d ever seen staring deep down into her soul and she’d never felt more at home.