In this instance, he didn’t like the first, but the last always felt nice.
“You have to go,” she whispered.
“Aye, love. Unfortunately.”
“You’ll call when you get home?”
“Aye.”
“You’ll give Sorcha a snuggle for me?”
He smiled at her.
Christ, he loved that she loved his dog.
“I’ll give her two.”
“Call me on your way home from lunch with your dad.”
She’d eventually asked about the phone call he made, so he’d told her about his dad and Signe.
“I will.”
Her gaze wandered to the turnstiles that took you to the platforms and she said wistfully. “It’s not an ocean away, I suppose.”
Safe to say, he also loved it that she didn’t want to separate either.
He gave her a squeeze and regained her attention. “You’ll be up on Saturday, and we’ll talk in between. Just like when you were in New York. When you come back to me, I’ll meet ye at the station. And you’ll feel better having things as ye want them for when Alex and Marlo return.”
She nodded. “Right.”
“Quick kiss then we need to let go.”
Her hold on him tightened.
Ah, his bonny lass.
“I…”
Whatever she was going to say, she trailed off and that lingered so long he had to give her a shake.
“Ye what?” he prompted.
She painted on a bright smile. “I’ll see you Saturday and talk to you in a few hours.”
“Aye, you will.” He bent, touched his mouth to hers and said there, “I’ll miss ye, hen.”
“I’ll miss you too, Dair.”
He kissed the side of her hair, let her go, bent and hefted the strap of his duffel on his shoulder, also taking hold of the garment bag which he threw over the same shoulder.
He shot her a grin as he walked toward the turnstiles.
She put her fingers to her lips and blew him a kiss.
And, aye.
His woman could be totally adorable.
