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it like a shot of Jäger and gotten the hell out of there. He swirled his spoon in the creamy soup and watched the steam release from the surface.
    â€œWho’s watching the pub for you?”
    Ewan looked up at her impatiently. “The pub opens at four on Sundays. What’s with all the questions?”
    Her eyebrows flew up and color tinted her cheeks. “I figured since we were sharing a table that the least we could do was have polite conversation.”
    He wanted to tell her there was nothing polite about him. That if she was smart, she’d save her breath and avoid him at all costs. In fact, he considered it his social responsibility as a member of her temporary community to warn her as much.
    â€œDid your aunt mention to you who I am?” he asked her.
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “She told me your name is Ewan McKenna and you manage the pub. And I know from personal experience that you also lurk in dark alleyways for unknown nefarious reasons.”
    She was cheeky. He liked that.
    â€œYou seem like a smart woman, and I’m sure you’d eventually figure this out, but I’m gonna give you a tip. I’m not a member of the welcome committee. Unlike everyone else in Ballagh, I don’t give a rat’s ass that you’re here, why you’re here, or how long you’ll be here. I do my job, I keep my nose clean, and I don’t fuck with people. Usually that means people leave me alone in return. You want a drink at the pub, I’ll serve you one. Other than that, I’m just not a real Chatty Cathy. I don’t think I’ve ever had polite conversation with anyone, and I’m sure as fuck not gonna start now.”
    â€œAre you always so crass?” she snapped.
    â€œI’m actually trying to tone it down.”
    She scoffed. “Utter fail. You can start by cutting out the F word. Believe it or not, not everyone likes to hear it.” She placed her fork on the side of her plate and leaned forward. “And secondly, I’m just trying to be nice here. You and I got off on the wrong foot the other night. Right up until now, I was planning on apologizing for acting so rude. But now, I really don’t see the need. Because it’s becoming clear that you are indeed the jackass I thought you were the night you walked me home.”
    Her eyes went from dusky to electric when she got angry. He almost smiled.
    â€œGlad we’re on the same page now,” he said.
    She rolled her eyes and turned to signal the server for her check. Ewan’s eyes traveled down the lean, smooth curve of her neck as her head was turned. She wore a silver necklace that was partially hidden under a thin off-white shirt. Despite the pleats at the neckline, the muslin shirt was completely transparent. If it weren’t for her yellow sweater, Ewan would have an unobstructed view of her bra. Assuming she wore a bra. Her breasts didn’t look all that big.
    Why the fuck am I thinking about this woman’s bra?
    He averted his eyes and finished off his soup while the server dropped off Quinn’s check. After dabbing at her mouth, she folded her napkin beside her plate and hastily scribbled her name on the bottom of the bill.
    â€œWish I could say it was a pleasure to have lunch with you, but it wasn’t. And I assume since Ballagh is such a tiny town that I’ll run in to you again sooner or later.” She slipped her wallet into her purse and stood up, pushing the chair in with a loud screech. “Maybe between now and then you’ll pull your head out of your ass. Have a nice day.”
    She grabbed her coat and turned abruptly, her ponytail swinging behind her as she walked out of the small barroom to the front door of the restaurant. Ewan’s eyes slid down her back to her ass. There wasn’t much of one there, but whatever she did have looked good in her tight jeans.
    He heard the front door slam shut and watched as she looked both