Page 52 of Finding the One


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When he was down to trying to make his coffee cup explode with his eyes, I touched his arm and whispered, “Hey.”

He looked to me.

“It’s over. And I’ll make steaks tonight.”

For a second, it seemed like he no longer comprehended English.

That second passed and he smiled his audacious smile.

“Good to hear it, lassie.”

Did I just play into his hands?

Well, whatever.

Kenna liked steak too, so did Dad, therefore we were having that with hasselback potatoes, roasted brussels sprouts and bakery rolls. I wasn’t going to make the rolls from scratch because I was going to make dessert. My vanilla cake.

All sorted, I snuggled back into my corner of the couch and asked the room, “Now, who all is going to the rental car place with me and Dair?”

“Give me a chance to shower, and I’m in,” Davi said.

“I’m going to wander around the square. From what I could see, it looks like there are some lovely shops and Chloe said she had one there,” Kenna said.

“I’ve got to shower too. Half an hour?” Dair asked his sister.

“Ye do ken I have a vagina, dinnae ye?” she asked back.

“You’ve tried all your life, ye can’t make me retch,” he returned. “Forty-five?”

She refilled her cup and wandered to the door saying, “I’ll be ready when I’m ready.”

The door snicked shut behind her.

Dair looked to me. “Keep Mum company.”

I smiled. “Of course.”

His eyes dropped to my mouth.

My stomach dropped entirely.

“Thanks, hen,” he whispered, leaned in, kissed my cheek (my cheek! what was that?), angled out of the couch and sauntered away.

“Now, Blake,” Kenna said, leaning forward to finally partake of the food, “you’ve been here often. Which shops shouldn’t I miss?”

I shared all the places she could go (definitely Chloe’s casual, with some outdoor wear for the stylish set shop was one of them).

And I took her pulse (she didn’t hide the sad, but she seemed to be holding up) as we waited for the Wallace kids to shower and get ready.

Chapter 7

Awesome

Dair

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Dair’s hair was damp, and he was still rolling up the sleeve of his shirt as he walked down the hall to his mother’s room.