And, aye.
That was his Blake.
Feeling she was back to herself, which was a more comfortable place for them both, primarily her, he moved back a smidge. “Do ye disagree with any of that?”
“Only you telling me it’s happening rather than asking me if I want it to happen.”
“Ye sucking my tongue practically down your throat and catching my lip because I quit kissing ye for half a second told me ye want it to happen, lass.”
He worried she gave herself a brain injury, her eye roll was so dramatic.
Oh fuck yes.
She was adorable.
“You’ll be putting on a nice frock tonight, but before that, you’ll be telling me what your favorite restaurant is in this town so I can make a booking for us, and we’re going out tonight,” he informed her.
“Just a note for your future reference, you’re supposed to kiss a girl after you buy her dinner,” she said snootily.
He smiled. “Hen, muffins and bacon and you worried my sister will be upset we started breakfast without her, I had to kiss ye.”
“That’s a weird reason for wanting to kiss a girl, Dair,” she informed him.
“That’s because you’re so busy self-flagellating, you don’t see your worth. It’s the perfect reason to kiss a woman, Blake. Your hair like that and you in those cute PJs was just icing.”
“All right, fine,” she puffed out, though she couldn’t quite hide she was pleased with his words. “We’ll go on a date tonight.”
This time, he grinned. “I know we will.”
She squinted her eyes at him. “You can uncage me now.”
He looked down at their bodies, moving his hands from her jaw to cage her another way, in his arms. “Like ye where ye are, lass.”
She pushed at his chest. “I need to make eggs.”
She barely finished that before they heard his mother saying, “Och no. Are we interrupting something?”
Blake pulled from his hold and scuttled out from in front of him.
He turned.
His mother looked better than yesterday.
Her father had a light shining in his eyes as he gazed at them.
So, approval there then.
Good to know.
“No, now’s the perfect time,” Blake said. “I was about to make eggs, and I could use some help setting the breakfast table.”
His mother practically rubbed her hands together with excitement she had something to do. “Tell me what you need.”
Blake started giving instructions while pulling out a skillet to make eggs, and the rest of them joined in to help set the round breakfast nook in its nest of even more windows off to the side of the kitchen.
The muffins were exhumed from their tins. The bacon pulled from the warming oven. Bowls of fruit, the butter keeper and sauces were laid out. And they all climbed into the nook around its circular table, with Dair arranging it so he sat beside Blake.
They filled their plates, but before Davi dug in, she announced, “Dair, I reckon you’ll be particularly happy to know that Mum and Ned decided we’re moving here for the duration of our stay.”
