“Last time he saw ye, ye were pissed out of your brain and flirting with ten firemen.”
“I wasn’t flirting.”
“All right. They were flirting with ye.”
She smirked. “They were doing that.”
He was the jealous type. He just was.
But it was hard to get jealous when a woman was hanging on you while ten men flirted with her, and she didn’t give that first fuck.
“He invited me to dinner. You’re cooking,” he told her.
Another choke, this time on croissant.
“So ye ken, I dinnae like celery or squash of any kind,” he kept fucking with her.
With that, she chomped down on her croissant while glaring at him.
What she didn’t do was say she wasn’t cooking for him.
With her in the right frame of mind to buck up against his next, he shared, “He’s also worried your mother is going to make this mess messier.”
She washed the croissant down with coffee and stated blithely, “Oh, she’ll do that. Mum walked away from that scene humiliated. By you. Dad. Even Bally obviously picked the wife he’d been cheating on over Mum right in front of her face. She’s totally going to be on the warpath.” With that, she shot straight and exclaimed, “Oh shit!”
“What?”
She didn’t explain.
She jumped up, put her coffee cup down, and raced to the bathroom.
Through the door, he saw her sweet, heart-shaped ass lovingly molded by the clingy jumper material of her pants because she was bent over, pawing through her tote.
She came out with her phone and scurried back into the room, saying, “I think I have enough charge.”
She then poked at it, put it to her ear and started pacing.
Dair knew she connected with voicemail when she said, “Rix, it’s Blake. If you haven’t thought to do this already, get Alex’s phone. Block Mum. She’s sure to try to drag her into all this crazy. And if Mum’s already texted or phoned, delete them. I’ll explain everything to her when you guys get back.” She took a breath and finished, “I won’t call again. Have lots of fun. Bye.”
She stabbed the phone screen, came to the couch and plopped down on it again.
“My mother,” she groused.
“And my mother is expecting us about now,” he replied.
Her shoulders fell.
“It’ll be all right,” he assured.
She was visibly unconvinced.
“Can I use your phone charger while we go see your mum?” she requested.
“Be my guest. It’s on the nightstand.”
She pushed up and went to plug in her phone.
When she came back, he had his keycard and his coffee.
