“I could pack for Scotland in the Olympics, and it’s all across the hall, and I dinnae look like you.”
You didn’t wake up next to a hot, ex-professional rugby player, I thought but did not say.
“We’re all invited to Ned’s tonight for dinner,” Dair announced. “Blake is cooking.”
One would think he couldn’t get more unbearable, but apparently, he could.
“Ye cook?” Davi asked through some potatoes.
“It’s a hobby,” I said self-consciously.
“What are we having?” Davi questioned while shoving a torn-off piece of biscuit in her mouth.
I trained a pointed look at Dair.
“Ye can’t go wrong with steak,” he suggested through a playful smile that was playful because he read my pointed look and decided to mistake it.
I turned back to the others. “Whatever it is, it’ll be vegetarian.”
Davina burst out laughing.
Kenna managed a miniscule, but authentic, smile.
His tone was vastly different when he asked, “You’re not going home, Mum?”
She sipped tea then stated, “I took some time to think, and I dinnae see why my holiday in The States should be curtailed due to your father’s actions.”
“Go, Mum,” Davi encouraged.
Kenna checked her slim, gold watch and shared, “And he’ll be here in ten minutes.”
Davi gagged.
Dair growled, “The fuck he will.”
I pressed my lips together and sunk deep into the corner of the couch.
Kenna ignored both her children and said, “I can imagine ye understand why I’ll be filing for divorce when I return home.”
“Aye, we can understand it,” Davi replied. “But, Mum, why is Dad coming here?”
“So he can get his things, of course.” Another sweep of her hand and we all looked at the large suitcase sitting neatly by the door. “And I can share with him that he’ll need to stay in the flat in Edinburgh and make an appointment with me to come and get his things from the house. Also, so my two children can say what ye wish to say to him.”
“I can tell him he can go fuck himself and I’m on your side in a text,” Davi declared.
“Darling, he’s your father, and you’ll eventually get over this,” Kenna returned.
“Aye? Ye think?” Davi asked sarcastically, then answered herself. “I dinnae.”
“And ye wanted Blake here for this trauma…why?” Dair asked, and his tone made my attention dart to him.
Yes.
He was ticked at his mother if him scowling ferociously at her was any indication.
“Mostly so I could ascertain she was well after all that happened last night,” Kenna answered.
“And partly so he’ll behave himself, which he wouldn’t do if she wasn’t around,” Dair tacked on.
