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the nearest one. In fact, there wasn’t anybody in the pub except for the bartender. He was on the phone and signaled her that he just needed a minute. She nodded back but the room swirled around her again and she had to close her eyes, grabbing her head in both hands, to make it stop spinning.
    I need to eat. Now ! she thought as a buzzing ring pierced her ears.
    “Are you all right, miss?” a deep voice sounded above her.
    Keira made an effort to lift her head and look up at the bartender. When she did, she found herself drowning in a pair of unbelievably green eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen – a dark, lush shade of green - set in a breathtakingly gorgeous face. The young man standing by her table could easily be on the cover of a fashion or entertainment magazine. When Keira wasn’t able to form a coherent sentence to answer his question, the crease between his perfect eyebrows grew deeper.
    Damn Guinness !
    “I beg your pardon, miss?” the crease deepened.
    She felt her face got redder and hotter. Just my luck , she thought and this time she really kept it inside her head. Clearing her throat, she forced herself to say something, “I’m sorry, Declan,” she read it on the tag in his black vest. “I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. I think I’m a little dizzy. That’s all.”
    He handed her a small menu and smiled. Her knees went weak and she was very happy to be sitting. She wouldn’t have remained standing otherwise. His electrifying grin lit his handsome face up and made his eyes sparkle. The effect was hypnotic and devastating to any sober woman. Keira was a very easy prey.
    “Miss?” he waved the menu and she grabbed it.
    She mumbled some excuse to justify her behaving like a stupid school girl, and buried her impossibly red face inside the menu.
    “I’ll give you a minute to decide. Call me when you’re ready,” he winked at her and made a brief pause, before adding. “To order.”
    She was appalled at his attitude. Regardless of how good-looking he was, the man was a cocky little bastard. He ought to be ashamed of himself for going around embarrassing other people like that.
    You embarrassed yourself! Drooling over a cute face , said that pesky voice inside her head that always told her to tread carefully whenever she felt a little adventurous.
    Keira squared her shoulders and told her inner self to shut up because she was merely drunk, not drooling. She studied the menu and found out there weren’t many food options. Deciding to ignore the available drinks, she waived at Declan.
    He couldn’t hide a shadow of a smile on his lips or disguise a mischievous glint in his eyes. He liked the American, but he would never take advantage of a drunken woman. No matter how attractive she was.
    “Are you feeling better, miss?”
    She nodded and cursed her voice for disappearing every time he got near her.
    “Are you ready to order or would you like a suggestion?”
    “I – ahm – I’ll have the fish and – ahm – the salad, please,” she stuttered and had to avoid his eyes to be able to finish the sentence.
    “Very well. Anything to drink?”
    “Just water, please.”
    Good call , he kept the thought to himself and nodded. Out loud, he added, “I’ll take this order to the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”
    When he went out of the room, Keira took a deep breath and looked up. There was a beautiful octagonal dome in the middle of the bar and she tried to distract herself with it to calm her pulse. It didn’t work. She had bought a pocket guide of the city, so she opened it on the table and discovered there was a map filled with suggestions for sightseeing. She forced her hazy, drunken mind to concentrate on which places she’d like to visit next. The next day would be her last in Dublin. After that, she would take a rental car and drive around the countryside. Keira got distracted by her plans and didn’t hear Declan return.
    He stood by the table, for a