Last Call at the Local (Love, Lists & Fancy Ships, #3)

by Sarah Grunder Ruiz

“Are you flirting with me?” When the man laughs, it makes me want to laugh too. “I wasn’t, but I can if you’d like.”

HEHE

“That’s one of my favorite songs,” I say. Somehow it feels true, even though I’ve never heard it before in my life.

I decide that I’m at least a quarter in love with him already, if not halfway there.

“Níl mé ag iarraidh go dtéann tú.” “And that?” He smiles. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t want you to go”😭

“How can you think you’re too much, when I can’t get enough of you?”