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his anatomy that was also burning like hell, but there was nothing he could do about it. He studied his reflection in the mirror, unable to understand what was wrong with him. He wasn’t a simpleton, a naïve country boy. He had met beautiful women before Keira. Jesus! He had had gorgeous women. Running his fingers through his short dark hair and taking deep breaths, Declan regained control over his treacherous body. Then, he went to the kitchen, got her food and returned to the bar.
    “Here you go, miss. Enjoy,” he said in the most professional tone he managed to muster.
    “Thank you,” Keira was bewildered by the sudden radical change in his attitude.
    Declan read the confusion, and even a little hurt, in her blue eyes but ignored them. There was no point in doing anything other than that. It was just his luck to finally meet a girl who made him feel alive again, only to find out she was leaving town the following day.
    Keira finished her meal in a confused state of mind, made worse by the alcohol she had drunk earlier. The food was excellent but she paid little attention to it, as she tried to understand what she had done wrong. Replaying the conversation in her mind, she concluded she hadn’t done anything wrong.
    You must have read the signs wrong. He was just being nice and friendly, like most Irish people are , her annoying inner self pointed out to her. Did you seriously think a guy like Declan was interested in a girl like you? Get over yourself, Keira!
    She forced the last mouthful down her throat with a sip of water. The drunken fog had lifted, allowing her to think straight. As depressing as it sounded, her inner self was right. What could he possibly see in her? She wasn’t stunning like Megan. She was the smart one, not the pretty one in the family. At least, that was how she had felt her entire life.
    Declan remained safely behind the counter, where he felt more in control of his own reactions, watching Keira closely. He noticed she had leaned forward, hunching her shoulders. He also saw she ate slowly and had some difficulty swallowing the last couple of mouthfuls. His conscience scolded him as he observed her posture. Knowing he was responsible for her withdrawal, made him feel like a big asshole. He shouldn’t have gone bi-polar on her. He should have managed his emotions better, in the first place. It wasn’t her fault if he had had a shitty love life. She hadn’t ripped his heart to pieces, had she? And it was absolutely not her fault if he couldn’t keep his damn lustful body in check, right?
    That train of thought didn’t help Declan calm down because it caused a new rush of graphic scenes to invade his mind. For a while, he let himself indulge in the possibilities. If Keira were to stay, he would find a way to know her better.
    I’d love to spend hours getting to know her - every little inch of her.
    He closed his eyes imagining her small, perfect body under his, feeling her silken skin under his fingertips. He wanted to kiss her until they were both breathless and try all his moves to discover her secret spots, what made her tick, and moan, and shout his name.
    “Hey, Declan!” her clear voice yanked him from the daydream. He looked at her, still in a daze, and she smiled. “Can you bring me the check, please?”
    He was mortified to notice there was a huge bulge in his pants, which prevented him from going to the table without making a bigger fool of himself than he had already made. So, he pretended to study some papers on the counter.
    “What is your room number, miss?”
    “It’s 305.”
    “I’ll add the check to your room bill.”
    “Don’t I have to sign it?”
    “That’s not necessary,” he said to her, then, added to himself. I’ll have to sign it myself because there’s no way in hell I can stand up right now, you little bewitching thing.
    Keira felt a pang in her chest at the cold treatment she thought he was giving her. So, she gathered up the shreds of her pride