Truly, you couldn't tell what Paddy was thinking, stripping right there and then. He was more muscular than even his tight Hawaiian shirts could do justice.

Paddy was enjoying himself immensely. He could feel the way you were purposefully avoiding looking at his body. How cute. You'd do a lot more than looking if he had any say.

But first he had to get rid of your husband. "Aye, mate. Would you mind helpin' my dear inside? I would, but, she does so hate when the floors get wet."

He couldn't hide the wild heat that raced up his spine as he watched your husband leave. Then, he turned to you. "Comin' in, darlin'?" He gave you a half-smile.