CIARA'S POV

My stomach growled at the worst possible moment.

I pulled my hand away from Darragh like I'd been caught stealing bread. "That is so embarrassing," I muttered, though a laugh was already escaping my lips.

Darragh chuckled, low and warm. "Sounds like we need to fix that. I know just the place."

"What, you have a restaurant for inappropriate stomach noises? How specific." I raised an eyebrow, enjoying the way his lips quirked up at the corners.

My phone vibrated again—probably the ...