So I put my mouth to his ear and whispered, “You’re unbearable.’
He started and turned to me.
“Love ye too, lass,” he said softly.
My smile was just as soft before I looked to the room and started to get up, saying, “I’ll get the door.”
“No,” Dair said, setting his drink aside. “I’ll get it.”
He pushed up.
Sorcha shifted to me.
Davi brooded at the fire.
Kenna calmly sipped her wine.
Dair and Bally came in.
I got up. Kenna got up.
Davi remained seated, brooding at the fire.
Kenna and Bally touched cheeks, and I wanted to give a cheer at how Kenna did it. She was entirely comfortable. It was only awkward on Bally’s part.
His attention came to me, and I set my glass down and approached.
“Hey, Bally,” I greeted.
I tipped my head for him, and he seemed startled before he touched his cheek to mine.
I pulled away and Dair claimed me.
“Our Blake,” Balfour murmured, his gaze shifting between Dair and me. “So glad you two worked things out. You’re a bonny couple.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
“Drink?” Dair asked.
Bally glanced at Kenna.
She did a barely-there lift of her chin.
“I can get it,” Bally said.
Davi grunted unhappily, still ruminating toward the fire, but now she’d lifted her feet to rest them on the upholstered coffee table.
Bally shot a devastated glance at his daughter and left the room.
No one said anything as we returned to our seats, but Kenna switched hers so she was sitting next to Davi, and Bally would not be doing so.
Bally returned with his drink, sat on the sofa, and as it seemed was the way with the Wallaces, he didn’t fuck around.
“Davina, my darling, if ye and I could go somewhere to?—”
“Save it, Dad,” Davi sniped to the fire. “I’m all in to do this friendly family thing, but you’re going to have to give me more time to be”—she slowly turned her head his way—“insanely pissed off at you.”
“I can give ye that time,” Bally said quickly.
