Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series Read Online Free Page B

and
smirks. He’s pleased at her rebuttal, despite the unspoken words
that seem to pass between them.
    “All right then.” He smiles capturing her
attention with his eyes. In the fading sunlight they are the color
of jade with vivid yellow highlights that trail off into thin
jagged lines like lightening, warning her that there is something
dangerous there. “Make that, rescuer of pretty girls, fallen victim
to vicious, unprovoked chair attacks.”
    Does he really think that every girl will
fall for his cheesy flirting just because he has an Irish accent?
She’s just about to put him in his place when a car pulls up behind
them and honks the horn. The bleach blonde with fake boobs behind
the wheel yells out. “Ethan! Let’s go!”
    He turns and acknowledges her. “All right,
I’m coming.”
    He looks back in through the window. “Will I
see you at the bar, Olivia James?”
    She looks at Scott who shakes his head NO.
“Sorry, Mr. O’Connell. I’m afraid you won’t.” She answers
politely.
    “Well then another time soon, I hope.”
    Scott starts to roll up the window while
Ethan is still talking.
    “Seriously, Scott?” She scolds.
    Ethan jumps into the car behind them and
they disappear. Backing out and heading towards the road, the
silence between them is driving her crazy and she can’t take the
suspense any longer. “So are you going to tell me what that was all
about?”
    “Nope.” Scott stares out the window avoiding
eye contact with her.
    “Did I do something wrong?” She hopes he
gives her something to explain his behavior.
    “Nope.”
    This isn’t going so well. Let’s change
direction. “So… how do you know Ethan?”
    Scott finally looks at her, his jaw
clenched. “Olivia, let it go please.”
    Oh, that struck a nerve. “Let what go? I’m
just curious. What’s wrong with you anyways?”
    Scott’s expression is dark and his tone
serious. “Forget about him, Olivia. He’s trouble.”
    Having learned how to avoid conflict as a
necessary survival skill, Olivia says nothing the rest of the way,
until she pulls into Scott’s driveway and puts the car in park. “Do
you want me to come in and make you some dinner?”
    “No thanks, I ate before the game.” Swinging
open the door, he gets out of the car and grabs his stuff from the
back seat.
    “Oh, ok.” She frowns, wondering what it is
about Ethan that has upset him. He’s obviously not going to tell
her and she’s sure not going to push him for information when he’s
in this mood.
    Scott waits for her to back out of the
driveway and waves to her from the porch steps. He feels guilty
about his behavior since Olivia didn’t seem to like Ethan anyways,
but he doesn’t want to take any chances. Once she’s out of sight,
he slams the door closed behind him and digs his cell phone out of
his soccer bag. Looking briefly at the number of missed calls he
dials his wife’s number.
    “Hello!” She answers cheerfully. “Do you
miss me?” Sitting at the desk in her hotel room she runs her
hairbrush through her recently coiffed hair. Admiring the new
strawberry blonde color in the mirror, she thinks it suits her pale
complexion and dark blue eyes perfectly.
    “Why didn’t you tell me that you were going
out of town?” He makes no effort to hide how annoyed he is with
her.
    “It was a last minute thing. I’m sorry. I
left you a message. Didn’t Olivia come to the game?”
    “Yes, she was there.” He tugs off his soccer
shoes and tosses them in the front hall cupboard. His footsteps are
heavy on the hardwood as he heads down the hallway and into the
kitchen.
    “Awesome!”
    “What do you mean awesome? What were you
thinking?” His voice is a low angry growl.
    Rachel wrinkles her nose. Rats! He figured
it out. There’s no point in even trying to hide her intentions from
her husband. She takes a breath and comes clean. “I was thinking
that she and Ethan might hit it off.”
    “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” He blurts out