“Aye. And…shit, Dair. Fucks me to tell ye this but think you should know with some urgency. Shannon was on her mobile, scrolling, and she came across some video of a podcast Signe did recently.”
Dair felt his neck get tight. “A podcast?”
“Shann did some sleuthing, and apparently you’re dating someone?”
“Aye.”
“Serious?” Dec asked.
“Aye,” Dair answered. “Why?”
“Well, that would explain why Signe is using this to catapult herself back into the consciousness of the masses, mate.”
His neck muscles tensing further, Dair shifted to stand next to a building to move out of the way of passersby and asked, “What’s she saying?”
“Shann listened to it, and not much, really, except a whole sob story about how ye were the love of her life, and ye married too young, and she expected you’d eventually make it back to each other since ye were meant to be, and shite like that.”
Bloody hell.
They’d been divorced eleven years, and his ex was trying to cast Blake in the role of the other woman.
Why the fuck would she do that?
“Thought ye should know,” Dec went on.
“I should. And I thank ye. Not sure what’s in that woman’s head, but whatever it is, she’s getting something out of it.”
“Maybe they paid her. Shann says your new woman is a big deal.”
“A big deal?”
“Some kind of feminist icon or something.”
Dair couldn’t hold back his laughter.
“She’s not?” Declan asked through it.
“It’s not going to be hard for ye to learn that Blake went viral a few years back when she gutted her fiancée at the altar of their wedding, exposing he’d slept with most of her bridesmaids. Their men were in the congregation, so things got even more hostile after that. But she’s not a feminist icon, at least not intentionally. Though what she did kicked arse.”
But it would trigger Signe as well.
Everything about Blake would. That she was classically beautiful. That she came from money. That she had fame for a reason that might be painful to her, but it was worthwhile.
Signe had that blonde hair, pale, blue-eyed prettiness that would never be anything more than pretty, though she was very pretty.
And she used what intelligence she had to connive to get what she wanted, and for no other purpose.
Naturally, because she was who she was, Signe would be feeling competitive.
Fucking hell.
“Got to find that footage, mate,” Dec replied.
“Blake doesn’t think it’s her finest hour, and it isn’t, but it’s one of them,” Dair told him, and got down to the matter at hand, “Could ye get Shannon to text me a link to that podcast? Signe has signed two NDAs. She doesn’t have a lot of leeway to talk about us.”
This brought up the unwanted realization that his father was the one who took care of that.
Balfour not only didn’t like Signe for Dair, he didn’t trust her.
