But it died before she said, “In all Helena did to me, to us, the way she treated her girls…ye ken I dinnae condone violence.”
Dair becoming a professional rugby player was not high on his mother’s list of career choices.
Dair enjoying his drink like any good Scotsman would, and sometimes brawling in pubs was categorically not something his mother approved of.
“Aye. I ken.”
“But I was pleased she was able to share even a little of the pain Helena forced her to endure her entire life.”
That was Kenna Wallace.
She’d been gutted that night.
But she had a mind to someone else.
“She put so much force into it, the woman might have a black eye,” Dair noted.
Another ghost of a smile drifted over his mother’s lips.
“Kiss. Then bed, son,” she said words he’d heard thousands of times in his life.
He bent to buss her cheek and lifted away.
“Ye going to be able to sleep?” he asked.
“We’ll see,” she replied.
There wasn’t much more he could do but nod. So that’s what he did.
She gazed on him with the love she always gave him as she closed the door.
He returned to his room.
And found Blake sprawled on her stomach in his bed still wearing her bridesmaid dress.
He grinned, took off his jacket, shoes, socks, watch and shirt. He brushed his teeth and spied the bouquet sitting on the nightstand. He took it to the sink in the bathroom, filled the basin, and set it in.
He went back to the bedroom and rearranged her, yanking at the bedclothes so he could get in beside her and pull the covers over them.
She didn’t even twitch as he did this.
Which set him to grinning again.
Not long later, he was passed out right beside her.
How she got her body on his without waking him, he didn’t have a clue. He’d stopped drinking when she started. Though, Davi hadn’t let the glass of whisky he’d had to abandon for the bouquet toss go to waste.
He wasn’t a light sleeper; he wasn’t a heavy sleeper.
What he was, was a man who would wake up when a beautiful woman draped herself over him in a bed or anywhere.
He stared at her head.
He was dying to take the pins out of her hair.
She had the most extraordinary head of hair. Thick. Raven. Shining with health.
However, every time he’d seen her since he came to Prescott, she had it up.
