They say there is no place worse to be during the holidays than the airport. When my flight is delayed due to weather up north, I start to agree. That is until a sexy Irishman with an accent that makes my panties melt and a smirk that makes me blush sits down across from me in the bar I'm killing time in. We start with drinks and a game of truth and I quickly learn why our waitress and every other person in the bar can't take their...