Page 7 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something else,” she said, smiling at me.
I looked up and saw a movie theater on the other side of the road outside the alleyway. It was one of the late-night ones that played old black-and-white films.
“I have an idea,” I said and reached for her hand again.
She giggled as she followed me out of the alleyway.
“I really didn’t peg you for the handholding kinda guy,” she said.
“I just don’t want you getting lost.”
First we walked down the street until we found a store we could buy a big bottle of whiskey from.
“Where are we going to drink this whole thing?” she asked when we walked out of the store.
“You’ll see,” I replied as we crossed over.
Marley still couldn’t guess what we were going to do as we walked up to the theater. I’d already hidden the bottle under my jacket although I figured it wouldn’t matter. I bought two tickets while she stared at me in surprise.
“We’re watching a movie? This is turning out to be more like a first date than I expected!”
They were playing Casablanca and we found two back row seats in the corner. Although, it didn’t really matter since the theater was practically empty. We settled in beside each other and I uncapped the whiskey bottle.
I took a swig of it before offering it to her. She eyed it up suspiciously.
“I’ve been drinking very colorful cocktails all night, I’m not sure mixing those with whiskey is going to do me any favors!”
“Well, you won’t know until you’ve tried it.”
She took a big swig, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She flapped a hand in front of her face, squinting at me.
“Burns!” she whispered hoarsely, which made me laugh.
At this point, I didn’t give a shit where my brothers were. Maybe I should have felt sorry for Killian and the fact that this was his bachelor’s weekend; but now that I found this girl, I wasn’t about to let her go so easily.
I didn’t know if I’d see her again or if she’d be here in the morning, but right now, I was enjoying sitting with her in that dark movie theater, paying no attention to the movie playing.
She drank some more of the whiskey and hooted loudly.
“Come on, you have to have some too,” she said, shoving the bottle in my direction again.
I took it from her. I knew if I kept it up, I would get blackout drunk. I’d already lost count of how much I had to drink at the bar, but it didn’t matter.
We were having fun.
Five
Marley
I had to admit this was kinda sweet, even though it was kinda silly too. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d giggled or blushed this much in the presence of male company. At least not since I was a teenager with a crush on the high school jock who didn’t even know my name.
Colin was far sexier than that guy could hope to be. I couldn’t figure out what a guy like him was doing with me.
He could have anyone he wanted, and he wanted me. At least,tonight he did.
Maybe it was because of the way I was being treated at the precinct that made me not think very highly of myself anymore. I didn’t expect any man to see my true potential, or find me interesting in any way.
The movie played, casting warm glows on our faces, while we passed the whiskey bottle between us. I knew I’d already had too much to drink, and that was probably why all it seemed normal to me at the moment.
We were strangers to each other. This guy could be anybody, and still I chose to trust him. I’d already had sex with him, and every time I thought about the way he kissed me in that alleyway—it sent shivers down my spine.
“So you’re from around here?” he asked, after we were done commenting on the movie.
“I live here now, yeah, but I’m not from here. I moved here recently.”
“For work?” he asked.
Even though I was having fun with Colin, my detective brain warned me through my drunken haze to keep key information close to my chest. I didn’t want to reveal too much about myself. My training had taught me that.
So I shrugged. “For personal reasons.”
He nodded and drank some more whiskey.
“Yeah, I’m not from around here either. I’m actually here with my brothers for a bachelor’s weekend.”
I sat up straight when I heard that and he must have seen the panic on my face. He grinned wide.
“It’s not my bachelor’s weekend. My oldest brother is getting married.”
I nearly sighed with relief and hoped he didn’t see it.
“Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of asshole,” he added.
“So what kind of asshole are you?”
Colin was still grinning.
“The kind that doesn’t call and doesn’t do dates.”
