Fucking hell.
That was news.
Not a surprise if you thought about it, but news.
“It affected him so badly, he checked out,” she continued. “Checked out of our family, out of his daughter’s lives. It took an Act of Chad for him to check back in. I know he had lovers, but I never met even one of them. And, as you know, it took him over twenty years to find Marlo.”
“Blake—”
“So, I can understand you’d have issues with trust. I get it.”
“Good, then take your jacket off, come back with me to the sitting room, and we’ll talk about it.”
“I’m leaving.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Let me go, Dair.”
“Lass, I get I might not have handled that?—”
She wrested from his hold and walked fast from the room.
Fortunately, he had longer legs, so he caught up to her, he passed her, and he stopped in front of her in the hall in order to bar her from moving closer to the front door.
“We have an issue, we talk it through,” he rumbled when she came to a stop in front of him. “Ye do not have a tantrum and walk out.”
“Don’t speak to me like I’m a child.”
“Dinnae behave like one.”
She shook her head violently, like she was clearing water from her ears, and demanded, “Please, move out of my way. My ride share will be here shortly.”
God fucking dammit.
He lost it.
“For fuck’s sake, Blake, stop blowing this out of proportion!” he shouted. “Ye said ye fucking understood what I was feeling.”
“I do.”
“So stop this shite, take your fucking coat off and we’ll talk through it.”
“You made me believe.”
“What?”
“You made me believe.”
“In what?”
It felt like a building collapsed on Dair as he watched the tear fall from her eye and she whispered, “In me.”
God.
Fucking.
Damn it.
