They could get into it so they both could get beyond it.
“Aye.” He nodded. “We do have something to discuss.”
“I think I got that with the ambiguous ghosting I’ve been getting from you since your lunch with your dad.” Her eyes narrowed and she tipped her head to the side. “Did he upset you?”
“It wasn’t any easy talk,” was the only way Dair could put it.
He could tell she was getting angry on his behalf when she demanded, “What did he say to you?”
They weren’t going to do this standing in the kitchen.
“Let’s go in and sit down.”
She gave a single, irate nod and stomped out of his kitchen.
Sorcha followed her.
He never wanted Blake to be upset (though, what was about to happen was bound to be upsetting, until they got past it).
But he couldn’t deny it felt good she was so angry, and she was that for him.
She went to Dair’s sitting room, right to the couch, pulled off her heels and sat cross-legged in it. His dog sat beside her and Blake’s hand automatically went to Sorcha’s head so she could scratch behind her ears.
Blake looked comfortable, mildly cute, and completely classy wearing her posh black trousers and jumper and petting his dog.
He loved seeing her like that in his space.
And he hated that they had to have this conversation.
But he had to know.
He couldn’t make the same mistake twice.
He sat down beside her, crossed his legs in front of him, but rested an arm along the back of the couch and turned her way.
“Ye sure ye dinnae need a drink?” he asked.
And, damn.
He was procrastinating.
“Just spill, Dair,” she commanded. “So I can get on with controlling my urge to find your father and throttle him. I’ve been worried sick about you for days, and it seems I had cause to be.”
Worried sick about you for days.
Again, even if he didn’t want her to have that emotion, it felt great she did.
Jesus, this was going to be rough.
“This isn’t about Dad.”
That threw her. “What’s it about?”
“I told ye about Signe?—”
She cut him off by tossing both her hands up irritably and letting them plop on her legs. “So this is about her? God! Now what’s she up to?”
“I need to explain something to ye first, lass.”
