Wild Rose and the Horseman

Excerpts from the book.

From Chapter 11:

It was an insufferable first hour. Hanging onto Sean’s arm, the girl prattled on about shopping sprees in the cities of Europe. He downed four shots of Irish whiskey and felt drunk. Just when Sean heard the clock strike eight, he was fairly sure he was about to commit suicide. After he tossed another shot back, out of the corner of his eye he saw a red dress walking toward that part of the ballroom. So did Miss Patricia Day, he noticed, who for once that whole hour, finally shut her bloody pie hole. She stared open-mouthed at the determined red dress coming in that direction.

It took Sean a moment or two to recognize who exactly it was in that red dress, her blue eyes blazing, making a beeline for him. His chin dropped to the floor, or so it felt.

Ellen, in full cleavage but covered in see-through red lace, walked right up to Sean. “Darling, I wanted to surprise you by coming home a day early. Your father informed me that you were here, so I wanted to join you. I’ve missed you.” She kissed his cheek.

“Who are you?” Patricia Day said to Ellen, obviously annoyed at the intrusion.

“I’m Ellen Mattson, Mr. O’Neill’s fiancée. How do you do? We’re very newly engaged,” she said matter of factly. “And you are?” Sean watched as Ellen superbly shocked the stuffing out of this girl, remaining her charming, confident self. Still aghast at Ellen’s hubris, he watched the girl quickly lose her composure. Patricia Day couldn’t stop gaping at Ellen’s breasts stuffed into the lacy bodice.

“I’m—I’m—Daddy!” She ran in tears to the elevator, by-passing her father who was three sheets to the wind at the bar, ostensibly escaping to her room.

Mr. Day staggered slightly as he walked up to Sean. He was highly amused.

“Son, I had no idea you were engaged. I wouldn’t have done this otherwise. I just realized my daughter can’t have everything. Will you accept my apologies?”

“Yes sir. I appreciate it.” He was breathing easier but still stunned at Ellen in the provocative red dress.

Mr. Day turned his inebriated attention to Ellen.

“Christ, boy. Isn’t she a looker? What I wouldn’t give for—wait a minute. You’re that girl in the newspapers. I wish my daughter was like you. Would you both care to join me for a drink?”

Ellen let Sean speak after acknowledging the recognition on Mr. Day’s part.

“Thank you for the invitation, sir, but I do believe we’ll pass.”

The men shook hands.

“Please offer my apologies to Miss Day for me,” Sean added in after-thought.

“Oh, she’ll survive, I expect. I’ll take her shopping tomorrow. Take your lovely fiancée and have that dinner. Just tell the maitre’d I’ll cover it.”

“Thank you, sir,” Sean responded with gratitude.

Mr. Day bowed towards Ellen, and then took his leave, heading back to his drinking pals in the tap room.