Dair didn’t move from barring the door, but he did turn his head to look at his mum.
“Ye interested in anything he has to say?” he queried.
“Actually…no,” she replied, like she just had that thought.
“Kenna—” Bally started, trying to push in.
Dair butted chests with him. “Not another step.”
Oh boy.
I prepared to stand up and intervene.
Bally attempted to look beyond him and said to Kenna, “I’d like the chance to explain.”
I knew Dair was winding up to reply, but Kenna stood and called, “Dair.”
He looked at his mother again, hesitated two very long, excruciating beats, and stepped aside, a muscle dancing up his cheek.
Shoving the suitcase out of the way, Bally took two steps in.
Dair closed the door.
“Please, in front of your family,”—Kenna spread her hands before her—“explain.”
But Bally spied me, so he requested politely, “Lass, can I have some privacy with my family?”
Even though I wasn’t sure I should leave with Dair in his current mood, I moved to stand.
Dair stated, “She’s not going anywhere.”
I stopped moving.
“No offense, son,” Bally said to Dair. “But this is Wallace business.”
“And you’re a Wallace. And you’ve been thrusting your cock in her mother for decades. Think she’s earned her place on that couch.”
Bally’s ruddy cheeks got ruddier as he held his son’s gaze. “This is private business, and should be private, even from you.”
“It wasn’t private when I saw you fucking her in our stables,” Dair shot back.
Oh shit.
Kenna gasped.
Davi audibly gulped.
“And it wasn’t private when Blake saw you going at it with her mother in the hall in Treverton,” Dair carried on. He then added, “She was no more than ten.”
Bally paled.
Kenna sank back in her chair.
“Ye catch ’em?” Dair asked Davina.
“Not doing the deed, just kissing,” Davi said in a small voice.
Her small voice, which was so not Davi, served to enrage Dair.
