But I didn’t regret it.
I caught Dair’s eyes only for an instant before I walked away.
Chapter 4
Bouquet
Blake
* * *
I stuck to Alex like glue while keeping a watchful eye on the groom’s lounge, before noting Dair stalking behind Mum and Bally on their way to the parking lot.
Things were crazy, my mind in disarray, but even so, it was not lost on me how good Dair looked stalking.
Ugh.
I only relaxed when I saw Dair walking back by himself.
The expanse between disappearing and reappearing seemed to take him a long time.
Rix gave me an intense look before I finally let myself break away and head to the bar.
He would never know about the drama.
I hoped.
I ordered Dair three fingers of whisky and myself an espresso martini, thankful Dad was rich as all hell, so the whisky was damn good Scotch, my martini was made with Belvedere vodka, and those cars were lined up to take us home.
The bartender had the Scotch on the bar and was preparing my martini when Dair came to stand at my side.
He commandeered the glass, tipped it back, downing half of it. He swallowed, then tipped the second half back.
“Whoa,” I said.
He put the glass down, tapping it sharply on a bottom edge to demand a refill.
The bartender nodded to him and kept at my martini.
“I take it that was even less pleasant than I thought it would be,” I noted carefully.
“Dad dinnae say a word,” he told me, hunching into his forearms on the edge of the bar, staring at the barback. “Your mum, though, bitched the whole way about needing ice for her face.”
Although I was the cause of that need, and it made me feel yuck (still didn’t regret it), I probably should have gotten her some before she took off. It was a good twenty-minute ride back into town. Plenty of time for the swelling to come up.
He tilted his torso my way, not leaving his forearms.
“I texted Mum before I headed back up,” he said. “She told me she needs some space but I’ll be needing to get back to her so I can check in and be close.”
Perhaps that was why it took him so long to return from the parking area.
“Of course,” I murmured.
“There didnae seem to be a lot in your binder that still needs done.”
Wait.
Was he…?
