"I know that look, Ciarran." Her sister, Aslinn, grabbed her arm and dragged her through the door. "Come on, I see a couple seats at the bar."

She took a steadying breath and followed her sister inside. She stepped up over the slight step just inside the bar but somehow the left heel of her shoe got caught on something. She tripped and fell into her sister, who crashed into the waitress in front of them. They fell forward in a tangled heap of flailing arms and legs.

Stupid, stupid shoes. She knew she should have worn flats. But no, Aslinn wouldn't let her out of the house without putting on something with killer high heels. Normally, she could've danced in circles with these bad boys, but with her luck stolen she was glad she hadn't broken her neck.

"Need a hand?" A deep brogue sounded near her ear.

She looked up into the sexiest whiskey-brown eyes she'd ever seen. His fingers wrapped around hers and pulled her up into a standing position. Warmth spread from his fingers into her hand and sent a lightning bolt straight to her cunt.

Hell. She wasn't here to hook up with the first man she saw. She needed help, and not the kind of help this six-foot hottie could give her.

"Thank you," Ciarran mumbled, then pulled away from him and followed her sister to the bar. Aslinn passed up the bar closest to the door, the one with the most people lounging in front of it. Instead, she weaved her way to the bar at the back that sat a step up from the floor. Ciarran grabbed a seat, focusing on the garish green decorations all around the place.

"I can't believe you just did that," Aslinn practically snarled at her, not breaking the smile she had plastered to her face. Her sister was a master at hiding her emotions.

"It wasn't on purpose," Ciarran whispered back. They both knew Ciarran had no control over it. Right now, everything that could go wrong in her life was going wrong. From the mice infestation of her apartment building, to the cement truck crash that walled up the front of her aromatherapy shop, to her misfiring magick and beyond. She was living in a perpetual state of embarrassment. She looked out over the room where most of the men openly stared at her and her sister. "Besides, you made me wear these shoes."

"What will you ladies have?" The bartender smiled and wiped the bar in front of them, setting down two coasters with "Last Call" imprinted on them.

"Can we see a drink list?" Aslinn batted her eyelashes at him. He pulled out a laminated list and handed it to her. She handed it to Ciarran without even looking at it. "What do you recommend?"

Flirting with him was all fine and dandy for Aslinn, but Ciarran needed something special. Something she was most likely only going to find here and only on St. Patrick's Day. She skimmed the menu until her eyes hit on what she needed.

Irish Crème, only the extremely lucky need apply.

That was perfect. Since she had no luck the best thing to do was get some from someone with luck to spare. She looked up and shook her head at Aslinn and the bartender. They touched hands when he handed her sister a drink and their gazes locked like lusty teenagers.

"Excuse me?" Ciarran cleared her throat. "Can I get an Irish Crème?" When the bartender moved to grab some bottles, she added, "Make it a double."

Aslinn choked on her drink, sputtering for a few seconds and coughing until her senses cleared. She slammed her hand down on the bar, and turned toward Ciarran. "Shit, Ciarran. Do you know what you've done?"

"I ordered a drink, a strong drink. And hopefully a really lucky leprechaun," she replied matter-of-factly. The bartender set her drink and a key down in front of her. She picked up the drink and swallowed a throat-burning mouthful.

"Actually, you just ordered up two lucky leprechauns ... at the same time." Aslinn stared around the bar. "Have you ever been double teamed?"

Ciarran's heart dropped into her stomach, and heat spread through her cheeks in a mad rush. Her luck was as bad as ever. Any other place, a double would have been an innocent thing. "Maybe nobody heard."

Ciarran turned away from her sister and looked around. There were at least two dozen men forming a semi-circle around them. Ah hell!

Decllan watched the men circle around the curvy redhead. She was something to behold. He still remembered the electricity that flowed through his hand when he helped her up from the floor. He hadn't felt a jolt like that in a long time.

"Looks like we might have a bit of trouble." His friend Niall Richmond pulled up a chair beside him. "Which one?"

"The redhead," Decllan answered. She most likely had no idea of the challenge she'd just issued to a room full of horny Irishmen. Who would come to a bar on St. Patrick's Day and declare she needed to be fucked by two men? Someone who was extremely desperate--and not just desperate for sex. How desperate was she? Desperate enough to let him dominate that beautiful ass and come inside those full lips?

"What did she order?" The interest in Niall's voice snapped him back to reality.

"An Irish Crème." Decllan turned to his friend, catching his eye before adding, "A double."

Niall looked toward the bar, then swung his gaze back to Decllan. "No shit?"

Decllan turned back to the women. Several men had already approached her and been turned away. The direct approach might not be the best way to go. He watched the shorter woman with brown hair talk to the men while the redhead kept quiet. Couldn't she talk for herself? Was that the problem? He watched the redhead look out over the bar. She seemed to be bored until her gaze connected with his. Her eyes lit up, and he watched her chest begin to heave at an accelerated pace.

"Should I go stand in the hallway and wait?"

He broke their connection to turn and look at Niall. He hadn't decided whether he was going to accept the challenge yet. "Who said I wanted a piece of her?"

"You haven't taken your eyes off her since she fell through the door. And that's the third time you've had to adjust your pants." Niall smirked at him.

Decllan hadn't even realized he'd been repositioning himself in his pants. His attention was centered on the redhead. The crowd around her had already been reduced by half. He'd better make a move now, before she chose one of the men lining up to have their shot. "Yeah, go wait in the hall," he told Niall. Sharing her wasn't the way he would've initially wanted to go, but this wouldn't be the first time he and Niall had shared a woman.

Decllan grabbed his drink and downed the contents in one gulp. His night was about to get a whole lot more interesting.