Another sigh from Dair before he turned to reach a long arm out to get his phone, then he came back to me. He engaged it, did some touching of his screen, studied it for a while and handed it to me.
“She’s not stopping,” he said and tapped the screen for the TikTok to play.
Lewis Capaldi was singing “Someone You Love” over a collage of videos and photos of a younger Dair and the very pretty, sexy, girl-next-door-wearing-way-too-much-makeup-à-la-Pamela-Anderson-from-back-in-the-day Signe.
Them laughing in each other’s faces with their arms around each other on some beach, her in a bikini, Dair in board shorts, sand on their bodies and wind in their hair. Signe filming Dair as he walked beside her, giving her my grin. Dair, dirty and sweaty and hugging her wearing his rugby kit after a match.
A selfie of them with their heads together on a pillow in bed.
I gasped.
“How dare she!” I snapped. “She picked a fabulous Scottish singer. She doesn’t get to use a fabulous Scottish singer to serenade her unhinged fantasies.”
“Blake—”
I sat up.
My back protested just a little bit, but it was so much better.
I totally ignored it and went to his contacts.
Dair pushed up too.
“Lie back down,” he ordered.
“No,” I retorted, found the number I needed, and hit go.
“Who are ye calling?” Dair asked.
“Dair?” Bally answered.
“Bally. It’s not Dair. It’s me,” I replied. Dair grunted in surprise, but I sallied forth. “Do you have people who can leak things to the press?”
“Blake,” Dair clipped.
“Is my son with ye?” Bally asked.
“Yes, we worked things out. This is why I’m calling on his phone,” I pointed out like he was a dim bulb. “Now I have a plan to deal with Signe. You haven’t flown to Denmark to threaten her yet, I take it.”
“Not yet.”
“Good. I’m going to contact Davi and Kenna, and I’ll do some ferreting around here at Treverton. We’ll get you some pictures of when we were all kids. Particularly Dair and me. Your people need to disseminate them widely. We’ll just see who was meant to be after the world gets a load of the fact Dair and I have essentially been leading up to being together since we were fucking born.”
“Baby,” Dair said quietly, but his tone was heavy with wonder and pride, so I looked to him.
“I guess being a media whore in my younger days has served a purpose,” I said to him.
My grin returned to his face.
Man, he so loved me.
God, it made me feel positively squishy.
“Are you okay with releasing those kinds of pictures?” I asked him belatedly.
“Absolutely,” he replied.
“This is the perfect strategy,” Bally said in my ear. “Beat her at her own game. Get me the photos, and I’ll handle it.”
