She grabbed her coffee.
He grabbed her hand.
As he led her out of the room and down the hall, she didn’t pull away.
And…
Aye.
No matter her cheek, fire and attitude, they were on the same page.
Completely.
Chapter 6
Find the One
Blake
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He’d put my bouquet in a bath of water in the basin.
Alasdair Wallace, the usually filthy, always rambunctious boy who’d turned into the bantering, life-consuming man, thought to put a bunch of pretty flowers in water.
My flowers.
The ones my sister gave to me.
This whole thing with him and me was crazy. Totally.
But I could not get that out of my head.
Because it was so damned sweet.
This, obviously, was my thought when we stopped at a door where the security latch was flipped so the door wouldn’t fully close.
But Dair still knocked and waited for his mother’s, “Come in,” before he pushed it and guided us in.
And there Kenna was.
When I got older, and menopause put an extra twenty pounds on me, I wanted to look like her.
Bright, summery shirtdress with a same-material tie belt and three-quarter sleeves, accompanied by lovely Chloé ballet flats in blush.
Her gorgeous hair was in a side pony. Her makeup was understated.
She’d given up contacts years ago, and now she wore cute, thin-framed, cat’s-eye glasses.
Okay, so her eyes were a bit puffy, as they would be.
But she was standing, back straight, totally put together, staring out the window, sipping tea when we arrived.
She turned to us.
And I wondered what the hell was wrong with Bally.
This woman was everything.
