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Kiss Me, I'm Irish
by
Pirate Turner
Her blue eyes glared at the bold letters imprinted on his green shirt. She hated when he wore that shirt and always gave him a hard time about it, yet sometimes he wore it just to infuriate her! The simple "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" phrase reminded her far too much that it was his Irish manliness -- his musical laughter; twinkling, green eyes; and charming Irish lilt -- that so often made her heart skip a beat and caused her to ache for him! She wished he'd stop wearing the shirt but would never tell him the true reason why!
The End