He looked out the window at the English countryside rushing past.
They had Marlo tonight.
She was going to be confronted with more of her mother when they hit Helena’s London residence.
He had a match to call tomorrow.
Whatever had gone on before, she was close to her family now, and they were leaving, so she had to deal with that.
And he had to go home, get his dog, and she had to deal with more of the flotsam and jetsam left in the wake of Helena’s passing.
They could have a break from each other, and he could talk to her about what Rix said when she got back to Edinburgh.
On his decision, he reached to take her hand, and he didn’t like it when she hesitated before her fingers curled around his.
But they curled around his.
So all was good.
For now.
Blake was in the bathroom, fussing with her hair, when yet another text came in from his father.
Dair read it. I have to speak to you. Urgently.
He knew his mum was home, figuring out her own shite.
Davi had his dog and a date the next night with the man she was having her situationship with who Dair hadn’t yet met, but he could tell with the way Davi was talking, she liked him better than most.
And if anything happened to either of them, he’d get a call before his father would.
He glanced at Blake through the bathroom door.
She’d had her hair down the last time he looked at her, now it was half up and half down.
They had to leave in fifteen minutes. Ned had ordered a car to come and get them.
But apparently, whatever she was doing was going to take a while.
And Dair needed to stop fucking around with this issue with his father.
He moved the door to the bathroom.
“Babe?” he called.
She turned to him and pointed to her head. “How does this look?”
“Gorgeous.”
“Better or worse than all down?”
He grinned. “Baby, dinnae ask me that. The answer will always be ‘all down’ because I’m thinking of my fist in it or it all over my lap when you’re sucking me off.”
She made a face at him, but he didn’t miss the fire in her eyes.
Then she bossed, “There are two outfits on the bed. Pick a meet-your-dad’s-girlfriend-who-means-a-great-deal-to-him one and put the other one back in the wardrobe, please.”
At least she tacked a please on that.
