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to write. Named for your father?” She nodded. “Yes. Originally, way before I was born, my father only owned this half of the building and the place was just a bar. Then the restaurant next door went out of business and Pop decided to expand.”
    “I’m assuming the restaurant is through those doors?” he asked, pointing to the left.
    “Yes. First thing Pop did when he took over the entire building was cut that opening in the wall,” she said. “It’s actually a rather large building. This half of the bottom floor is the pub side. People can come in here to have a drink while they wait for their table or just to hang out and watch the game on TV. The restaurant is technically called Pat’s Irish Restaurant, but my mom was the original cook and the locals started calling this Pat’s Pub and the restaurant Sunday’s Side.” 33
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    “Sunday?” he asked.
    “My mom’s name.”
    “I like that.”
    “She used to complain about it, but I think deep down, she liked it too. Anyway, the name Sunday’s Side stuck. It’s not on the sign, but that’s what everyone around here calls it.”
    “And your family lives…?”
    “Upstairs.”
    “I have to admit I’m impressed by the size of the place. I didn’t picture such a grandiose old building. I imagine the location doesn’t hurt you either.”
    “Not at all. We have lots of regulars, but we aren’t so far off the waterfront that we don’t pull in a decent crowd of tourists as well.” He leaned back and placed his arm along the back of the booth behind her. “Your brother is very protective of you.”
    She glanced toward the bar and watched Tristan glower at her. She laughed lightly as she turned to face Will. “Yes, he is. Actually, all of my brothers are.”
    “Ah yes, as I recall, you have several.”
    “Four, to be exact.”
    Will nodded. “I wonder how your four brothers would react if I leaned over and kissed you right now.”
    Keira literally felt her heart skip a beat at his comment. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, a tiny part of her daring him. “Perhaps you should be more worried about my reaction to a kiss.”
    Where had that flirty comment come from?
    He smiled and leaned closer. “I know how you’ll react.” 34
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    She mimicked his movement, inching toward him until she could feel the breath that accompanied his words. He was going to kiss her. Holy crap, he was going to kiss her. “You do?”
    “Mmm-hmm. You’re going to go off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July.” His lips were so close she could’ve sworn she felt them brush against hers as he spoke.
    “Has anyone ever told you you’re arrogant?” she asked.
    “Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?”
    She closed her eyes and marveled at the fact they could still be talking when her body was practically shoving her into his lap.
    “My mother used to tell me all the time,” she whispered. “Monday’s child.” Her lips rubbed against his as she spoke, but neither of them moved any closer into the kiss.
    He placed his hand on her cheek, leaning back just a bit to gaze into her eyes and she wondered why he’d broken away without kissing her. “Is fair of face?” He finished the first line of the familiar nursery rhyme, a question in his voice.
    She nodded. “I was born on a Monday.”
    He pressed his forehead against hers.
    “If you don’t want this to go any further, Keira, now is the time to say so. I’m interested in pursuing a relationship with you, but I feel I should warn you.”
    “Warn me?”
    “I’m not an easy man to be with.”
    She pushed away and his hand dropped from her face. She looked at him as the images that had taunted her for weeks drifted through her mind. He’d inhabited her fantasies, turning them down paths she’d never dreamed existed. She blushed as she recalled the recurring vision of him bending her over his desk and spanking her into an orgasm. Had he been sending her signals of his true