And he wasn’t close enough to know for certain, but it seemed like Blake’s wedding fiasco had a profound effect on the emotionally functioning members of that clan.
“Thanks, mate,” he replied to Ned.
“When do you leave?”
“I suspect Mum’s changing her plans in order to leave today. I may go with her. Though, I’d planned to stay a couple of days. I’ve never been to Arizona. Judge told me about some trails. We’ve made tentative plans to hit them.”
“This is beautiful country. I hope you have the chance to enjoy it, but I can understand you wishing to see to your mother.”
“Aye.”
“If you stay, please come to dinner. Blake’s very good in the kitchen.”
Blake could cook?
This he had to experience.
“If I stay, you can be certain I’ll be there.”
“Not surprised,” Ned said quietly, then in a normal tone, “Until then, Dair, thank you again for looking after my daughter, and I don’t envy the day you’re going to have today.”
“It’ll be had, then it’ll be done.”
“As it always is. Goodbye, Dair.”
“See ye efter.”
They hung up, Dair pulled on a shirt, nabbed his keycard and walked down the hall.
He knocked on Davi’s door.
Nothing.
He banged on Davi’s door.
“Shaddup! I’m up! I’m up!” she yelled from inside. “And tell Mum I’ll be at breakfast!”
Dair smiled again, walked back to his room and texted his mother with that info.
The coffee and croissants arrived, and once the server got tipped and left, Dair went to the bathroom door.
He knocked and said through it, “Coffee.”
He didn’t get the chance to step away before the door swung open, and at what hit his eyes, he stood stock-still.
Blake looked like she’d just come from a spa.
Dramatic wedding makeup gone, a fresher, more natural look in its place. She was wearing a sleeveless jumper top in beige that had a mock turtleneck and slits at the sides that came all the way up under her arms. This with matching drawstring pants. Her feet were bare.
And her glorious mane was a mass of lush curls and waves dripping over her shoulders.
What she did not look was hungover.
She looked ready to do a photo shoot.
She glared at him like his simple existence ruined her day, something that tickled the fuck out of him, then she looked beyond him, and her amazing face lit up.
“Coffee!” she cried, skirted him and walked right to it.
