They were on the couch in his living room.
The bouquet of roses was in a vase on the table between the chairs opposite them.
Sorcha was on the floor beside the couch.
The TV was on low, and Dair was watching a tennis match while Blake—cuddled to his side, her back to the couch, their legs tangled—napped.
He’d made her thick slices of radically buttered toast and Keiller’s marmalade, which she’d wolfed down like she hadn’t eaten in a year.
The boots came off next.
The cardie after that, exposing her turtleneck was sleeveless, and they’d started talking while drinking coffee on the couch, when he noticed she was fading. So he suggested they stretch out and watch some TV while she had a rest.
She was out like a light within ten minutes.
His phone vibed so he reached to it on the button-top, upholstered, navy ottoman that served double duty as a coffee table.
It was a text from his sister.
She’d sent an image or a video, and the word, Warning.
He opened it and felt his mouth get tight when he saw it was a picture of him and Blake snogging at the airport.
She looked phenomenal, and it was an absolute turn on to have visible proof of how into him she was, and he wasn’t hiding he felt the same thing for her.
But…fuck.
That didn’t take long.
He had one arm around her on the couch, so he had to thumb the phone to hit the image
Another text came in from his sister as he was scowling at a gossip rag’s Instagram post, spreading the word that Breaking: Scotland’s Top Rugby Hottie and New York’s Finest Bachelorette Are Making a Statement.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered as he went back to his texts.
I better see her while she’s in town, Davi said.
Using his thumb, he replied, You will.
He thought he was having a care, but Blake stirred, then stretched, and finally lifted her head off his shoulder.
He tossed his phone on the ottoman and looked down at her.
“All good?” he asked quietly.
“How long was I out?” she asked blearily.
“A couple of hours.”
“Yuck,” she mumbled.
“Ye mentioned ye dinnae sleep well on planes,” he noted, and she had, between massive bites of toast.
“I got some. But I don’t want to sleep all day.”
“Travel takes it out of ye. This is why I didnae plan anything for today.” He stroked her back. “So just relax.”
She settled back into him but reached out to pet Sorcha’s head.
