Chapter Seven
Baldwyn
Sloan had no idea how cute she looked in her shorts and tank top.
“So, none of your brothers wanted to come with us?”
“No.” I hadn’t asked them to come. “I think they had other plans.” I just wanted today to be about the two of us. My dreams the night before had gotten on the racy side and Sloan had starred in them all. Sharing her attention just wasn’t going to do it for me today.
Sweeping her dark hair up then wrapping it with a rubber band, she put it into a high ponytail that made her look even more adorable. “Well that’s too bad because they’re going to miss out on this little-known pub that makes Sundays awesome.”
With a dark wooden exterior and a huge green door, the pub looked as if it had traveled through a wormhole from ancient Ireland before settling
