Shaken Not Stirred (The Lucky Shamrock #2)

DONOVAN

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I had a raging hard-on. The second thing I noticed was the rancid smell of hot dog breath being panted in my face.

I cracked one eye open and almost jumped a foot in the air when I was confronted with big brown eyes staring into mine, just an inch away. As gorgeous as those eyes were, they weren’t the ones I would have liked to be staring into mine first thing in the morning.

“Hey, Barney,” I murmured, my voice husky with sleep. I lifted my head to look around Rosie’s living room to see that it was deserted. Everyone must’ve still been in bed, though it wasn’t a shocker, seeing as we stayed up late.