Rainbows would never spring from a crock full of credit cards or computer printouts.

I heard ‘naked’ and ‘full of hot air.’ I try not to let that be my first impression of anyone.

I am always a perfect gentleman. If you ever want me to not be a perfect gentlemen, you’ll have to ask and not be crying when you do.

You are never to drive like that,” I told them. “Even if you are ever wealthy enough to own a Jaguar.

How would we get corporate sponsorship if we were just a bunch of thugs?

I love the man,” Megan said as she took a seat, “but honestly he needs to learn when not to agree with me.

That’s the problem! She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me like she’s hypnotized, like she thinks I’m a god, but then she runs off squeaking if I try to talk to her.”“I don’t squeak,” I protested. “Maybe she’s not looking at you like you’re a god. Maybe she thinks you’re more of a freak,” Fergus mused.“I’m not a freak.” Murphy jerked his head as if dodging a fly or tossing his hair. “It’s definitely a ‘you’re a god’ look. She practically drools.

I’m an ass,” the voice on the phone said. “A complete and total ass.

It was a sign of how worried and confused I was that I wasn’t completely distracted by the sight of his powerful thighs flexed in front of me.

Leprechauns are not twee beings dreamed up by the tourist board, but warriors of legend. That name comes from the Celtic god of commerce and war, Lugh. Their mission, their life’s work, is to protect the gold. What better way to hide it than to become a joke, a story nobody takes seriously?

Jinx, I know you just lost your grandfather, but you straighten out your tone right now or I will smack you one!

Ah, that’s just sean nós singing and dancing. Something to do around the pub of an evening.

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Don’t know what I’m talking about!” My shout hit notes that normally only Wagnerian sopranos can reach. “You think you’re a freaking leprechaun, but I don’t know what I’m talking about?

No, really,” she said. “We get it. Sometimes the guy just makes you crazy, even if you do love him.

You could have agreed to disagree,” Megan argued. “Then you could kiss and make up. That could be fun.

A country road, a gravel road, is a sign of civilization, sure, but it’s just a farm, an easy conquest. Iron means a stronghold, people who can defend what’s theirs.

You can’t have it both ways. Either I’m Irish and can talk, or I’m a man and I can’t.

Mr. Jennings is the one who trapped the fairies here to begin with. If they’re back and wandering around, if they’re loose, then, well, it’s not good.

That’s not Eire. Everyone always thinks that, but we’re not shamrocks and wee men. You should know the difference.

Murphy didn’t appear to notice my chagrin, but instead pulled up the hem of his long-sleeved tee to wipe at his face. Since he flashed his sculpted abdominals right at me, I grew hot and flushed. I mean, you could see every dip and curve, including the ones on either hip that made a V to lead the eye to the fly of his jeans.

Everyone helping out was supposed to make me feel better, but it actually made me feel more like a screw up.

The older lady smiled a friendly welcome that rivaled her preserves for sweet appeal. She could have been someone’s grandmother complete with close-cropped white hair if she wasn’t wearing a worn Grateful Dead T-shirt over a long-sleeved thermal. The 1987 Summer Tour.

Now, where had I heard drinking and brawling before? Oh right, Ashley’s father. Well, I wasn’t doing that again.

That was one tiny trailer when both girls wanted to watch TV or use the computer or the bathroom at the same time.

It was easy to imagine he’d just rolled out of bed and then it was easy to imagine him in bed and I wasn’t going there.

Ours was not one of those nice, quaintly old-fashioned mobile homes that senior citizens putter around in. We lived in the beat-up tin can of clichéd poverty.

Take some advice from an old farmer. You’re in business now. Take the money. You’d be amazed at how many don’t want to pay.

I realized that I sat in an empty bar in filthy, wet clothes with a drippy nose, probably red-rimmed eyes, and the most I could say I’d accomplished was that I was now congested. Oh, and one of the handsomest, nicest men I’d ever met cradled my face in warm, caressing hands with soft, sympathy in his brown eyes.

Imagine if we were all magical leprechauns, and every wish ever made on a four-leaf clover obliged us to help others obtain their wishes. Now imagine if people simply lived like this were true.

Be sure to wear greenon March seventeen,or else Irish leprechauns pinch your bones clean!

Corned beef and cabbage and leprechaun men.Colorful rainbows hide gold at their end.Shamrocks and clovers with three leaves plus one.Dress up in green—add a top hat for fun.Steal a quick kiss from the lasses in red.A tin whistle tune off the top of my head.Friends, raise a goblet and offer this to

Finn stood abruptly. "We need to follow 'em." "But aren't they followin' us? If we go after them, the five of us will be goin' around in circles.

Wait," she whispered breathlessly. "I want us to come together." "What's wrong with you comin' twice, luv?

I wish the Irish had never invented whiskey," Pat said. Mr. O'Malley smirked, "The Irish didn't invent it. God did. It was his way of keepin' the Irish from takin' over the world.

He brightened. "Are you Irish then?" "My last name is McNally. I'm as Irish as Paddy's pig.

She tipped back her glass and finished it. "Ah, lass. You drink like you're Irish already." She smirked. "I am Irish already. Always have been.

If you want to mimic spoons in a drawer, I promise I won't think anythin' of it." She realized that curling the same way they'd fit much better. She sighed. "Okay, but I get to be the big spoon. I don't want to accidentally bump into your..." "Knife?" he supplied.

Tis the unexpected that makes life interesting.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hottest bitch of all?

You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you're still a man who won't talk about anything.

Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.