Chapter Three
Warner
Although she had to be tired after so many hours on a stuffy airplane, Orla’s beauty seemed as if it couldn’t be dimmed by anything. With a riot of auburn curls that cascaded down her back all the way to her waist, she walked in front of me towards the bar.
“Since we should all be going down for a nap soon so we can thoroughly enjoy our evening here, I’ll make Celtic Twilights for everyone.” Extending her hand to the bartender, she introduced herself. “Gerald, I’m Orla Quinn, a barmaid in Ireland. Would you allow me to come back there to make up some bevies?”
“It would be my pleasure,” he said as he gestured for her to go back behind the bar with him. “I’ve never heard of a Celtic Twilight and would love to learn how to make them.”
The way her sea-green eyes spark
