Before Jamaica Lane (On Dublin Street #3)(2)

Oh.

Oh, my.

Leaning against the doorjamb, his arms crossed over his chest, was the sexiest man I'd ever seen.

My heart started beating ridiculously fast.

He quirked an eyebrow at my speechlessness. 'Has someone pressed your mute button?'

That was funny, so I managed a semi-deranged smile as I drank him in. My eyes roamed him from head to toe, and as I took in all his glory I felt this funny little dip low in my belly, so low it was quickly followed by a shock of aroused tingles between my legs.

Oh.

Oh, okay.

That was new.

Desperately trying to ignore the tingles and failing, I attempted to force myself through the arousal and my shyness to interact with the stranger. The stranger who I was guessing was Nate. Jo had told me all about Cam's super-hot friend Nate. She had not exaggerated.

Movie-star gorgeous, Nate had a natural tan that you just didn't expect from a Scottish person, and eyes so dark they were practically black  –  though right now they were glittering with mischief. He was smiling too, showing off a pair of sexy dimples and perfect white teeth. All this plus a straight, strong blade of a nose, lips I was staring unashamedly at because they reminded me of a certain swarthy, off-the-wall actor's, and from what I could see of the lean, muscled biceps revealed by the T-shirt he wore, the guy was also roped.

Miracle of miracles, his T-shirt actually distracted me from his muscles.

It had the words RESISTANCE IS FUTILE printed across it.

The paralyzing shyness that usually took me over when I was faced with a hot guy melted into the background as I burst out laughing. 'Consider yourself one of the Borg, do you?' I gestured to his T-shirt, which referred to the catchphrase of an alien race on Star Trek.

He glanced down at the words, seeming surprised. When he lifted his gaze to me again his dark eyes were smiling. 'You got that reference? Most women think I'm being a cocky bugger.'



       
         
       
        

I laughed even harder, leaning against the kitchen counter. 'I imagine it's a little bit of that too. And you can understand their mistake. You don't look like a Star Trek fan.'

Something sharpened in his eyes, something intense. I shivered as he lazily ran his gaze down my body and back up again. His voice was lower, thick, as he replied, 'Neither do you.'

That intent look felt like a slow caress. If I was anybody else I'd think he'd meant to make me feel like that.

Still  …  my breath caught. The air felt suddenly too thin, broken by this weird electricity between us that I didn't quite understand.

'Are you one of Jo's friends?'

I struggled to fight the shyness that was starting to creep in again. 'Didn't Cole tell you?'

'Peetie went in to see the wee man. I wanted a drink, so I came straight to the kitchen.' His eyes were devouring me again, and apparently my body had been asleep until his eyes touched it because there was a whole lot of tingling, shivering, and overheating going on. 'Definitely the best choice I've made in a while.'

Um  …  okay?

'Oh, well, I'm Olivia.'

Nate's eyebrows lifted and then he abruptly cleared his throat, his body jerking upright from the doorjamb. Just like that, the air in the room began to return to normal. 'You're Olivia? Of course. The accent. Of course.'

I nodded, confused by his reaction. 'I'm guessing you're Nate?'

His smile was friendly. Platonic. That made more sense. 'Aye, that would be me.'

'Cam and Jo are on their way. I was just cleaning up for them.'

'Right.' He wandered farther into the kitchen and I watched him with open fascination as he got himself a glass of soda. 'Want one?' He gestured toward me with a glass.

'I'm okay.'

Once he had his drink, he smiled at me again and I realized that the reason I wasn't so tongue-tied around him wasn't just because of his nerdy shirt. It was his eyes. They were impossibly kind, and I just felt  …  not quite comfortable  …  but, yeah, not uncomfortable either. That was definitely unusual for me around guys I'd just met. Especially ones I was attracted to.

'Do you play video games, Liv?' he asked congenially.

'Uh, yes.'

'Well, stop cleaning up the dishes and come play with us,' he teased.

I chuckled. 'Are you asking me on a playdate?' As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them. I wasn't being flirty. I didn't know how to be flirty! That was just my sense of humor, and now this guy was going to think I was coming on  –  

Nate laughed, cutting me off. 'Only because you got the Star Trek reference. Otherwise, girls aren't allowed to play with us. They're icky.'

Deadpan, I crossed my arms over my chest. 'Well, boys are icky too.'