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Chapter 1

Javier Días

St Patrick’s Day 2021

Boston, Massachusetts

After working a double shift, a noisy, crowded pub is the very last place I want to be It’s also hot as hell in here, and I aave me looks awful, but I'm team player Thank God I left my suit jacket in the car

Soency Medicine, essentially their boss, decided I needed a drink and to get laid in that order I concede that a drink would be nice, but what they don’t know is that I don’t do casual sex or relationships, for that matter The woman I sleep ill be the first, last and only I am forty years old and a busy doctor at MassGen; I don’t have ti

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Besides, once I got to college, I was so fucking busy; dating was the furthest thing froht need this, but they’re wrong I could have had a beer at ho out in the corner of a pub because it’s so packed with people you can’t even move

Dropkick Murphy’s, I’ Up To Boston, fills the s bar, a bunch of tables, and a se There is a DJ up there now, but I’ve been here on quieter nights, and they have live bands My Guinness has gone warnaled are too busy to co in Finally, I spot a waitress headed this way

My lish and Spanish I am not entirely sure I don’t say it out loud, but I aone to care I stare at her like a man possessed She’s everyso innocent about her I’ve never seen her here before

She’s got long dark hair braided into pigtails One is tied with an orange ribbon, the other dark green She’s wearing cut-off denireen tank top with “Lucky Leprechaun Pub” euarding a pot of gold Her green chucks have orange laces She looks both sexy and co a stitch of e plates, not paying attention to where she’s going She trips Without thinking, I surge forward, catching both the tray with ainst htest blue I’ve ever seen I could get lost in them

“Oh, oes all through me It’s pouty, just like her parted criest desire to lean down and bite theeous

“Mía,” I growl

“Oh no My name is Raven,” she says Her voice is more like velvet now My cock is so hard it could easily punch a hole through my slacks

“Raven,” I say, testing her naue

“Can I help you, sir?” she says, her cheeks flushing It could be frohs are rubbing together