Regrettably, now was not the time.
“Be good,” he warned. “I’ve have to go check on Mum.”
She frowned dramatically.
Still, all she felt for his mum was in it.
And she would know that pain.
So, again, he wanted to kiss her.
He’d been wanting to kiss her since she pulled her shite at her own wedding.
Jesus, she’d decimated that arsehole.
It was magnificent.
But he felt like he was coming out of his skin watching it.
And he didn’t understand his reaction.
Dair couldn’t say he’d had a thing for Blake Sharp while growing up.
Though he couldn’t deny he’d always been strangely fascinated by her.
She was gorgeous, definitely.
But she hated to get dirty. She hated hunting. She complained about the cold and rain. She turned her nose up at the food.
And it was hard as fuck to watch her work her arse off for her mother’s approval, when that bitch barely knew either of her daughters existed.
As she got older, Blake became more and more like her mother, except wilder and not in a way it was fun to be around, and Dair had less and less stomach for spending time with her. So he found reasons not to.
That church scene, though.
It looked empowering.
But Dair knew her enough to know he was watching her unravelling.
Aye, he’d sat there powerless and witnessed her publicly unravel the woman her mother had tried to knit her into being.
She was a pool of used yarn on that altar before Rix grabbed her.
Dair had been the one who’d wanted to grab her.
He was surprised by his reaction to it.
He was not surprised she went into hiding after it.
The press and social media had a field day with her.
It was all good, if it wasn’t you who was in a wedding gown at an altar sharing how your fiancé fucked everything that moved, filmed it and put it on a website for all his mates to see.
Since then, he’d texted her several times and called twice.
She didn’t take either call, but the texts she returned, only to put him off.
He let her be, sensing she needed it.
