But he didn’t go far and I found myself pressed to a wall by the solid heat of Mickey, his fingers tangled in my hair, his other hand cupped on my behind. My arms were in his jacket, one hand clenched in the back of his shirt, the other one pressed tight against his rock-hard shoulder blade.

We were both breathing heavily.

“Two choices, Amelia,” he stated in a low, throaty voice that sped right between my legs, forcing the wet already gathering there from the kiss to become soaked. “You either go out there and tell that guy to take a hike, come and sit at our table and have Cillian’s birthday dinner with us or you go out there, get that guy outta here, end it with him and I’ll be over later.”

“It would be rude to tell him to take a hike,” my mouth said for me.

“Then get his ass outta here, end it and I’ll be over later.”

Oh God, what was happening?

“Mickey,” I whispered.

He pressed me into the wall and his fingers slid deeper into my hair, gripping my side bun as his hand at my behind clenched.

Sodden was history, now I feared I was dripping.

“Get him outta here, Amy,” he growled.

“Okay, Mickey,” I breathed.

His eyes dropped to my mouth and he muttered, “Right across the street, fuck.”

“Mickey, I think—” I began.

He interrupted me, “You think for the next three hours that you’re gonna think about anything but that kiss and ending it with that guy, I’m gonna kiss you again, Amy, so you won’t.”

He couldn’t kiss me again. If he did, I’d lose thought of everything and probably end up having sex against the wall in a dark alcove in a fancy restaurant with Mickey.

“I don’t think I’ll forget that kiss,” I told him breathily.

“Right,” he bit off, sounding angry.

“Are you angry?” I asked.

“Are you gonna walk out to that guy wearing that dress?” he asked back.

“Well…yes.”

“Then yeah, I’m angry.”

More baffling.

“Why?” I asked.

“Reverse roles and think of me walkin’ out to a woman who was wearing that dress,” he clipped.

That wasn’t baffling.

“Oh.”

I had a feeling my fourteen-year-old daughter was right.

Mickey Donovan was into me.

“Now are you gonna be cute, which means I’m gonna have to kiss you again, which will maybe be so hot I won’t be able to stop it this time so I’ll have to fuck you against a wall in the hall of a restaurant while my kids are waiting for me to eat my son’s birthday dinner? Or are you gonna get your ass to the table and get that guy outta here?”

I was breathing heavier when I answered, “I’m gonna get that guy outta here.”

“Good call.”