Blake made an alarmed sound.
Dair smiled broadly. “Aye, I feel particularly happy about that.”
“It’s only a couple of days, dear,” Kenna said to Blake. “But if you’d prefer us not to be here?—”
“No, no,” Blake interrupted her. “The hotel is lovely and convenient. But it’s far more peaceful here.”
“It is that, aye,” Kenna said distractedly, looking out the window.
Dair switched his attention to Blake and saw her profile soft with concern as her eyes rested on his mother.
He curled his fingers around her thigh under the table and earned her focus.
“She’ll be okay,” he mouthed.
Blake nodded, but it wasn’t persuasive.
He gave her another squeeze and went after his muffin.
He’d never had a pistachio muffin.
It was outstanding.
“You play golf, Dair?” Ned asked.
“Am I Scottish?” Dair returned on a smile.
“Fancy a round today?”
“Love to,” Dair said.
Blake sighed a beleaguered sigh, but when Dair looked at her again, her gaze was still soft, this time resting on her father.
“I’ll ring for a tee time after breakfast,” Ned declared.
“So we women will be hauling around luggage while you blokes wander around putting tiny balls into tiny holes,” Davi groused.
“I’ll move us before golf,” Dair said.
“I’ll arrange the tee time for this afternoon,” Ned put in.
Blake tore off a piece of muffin and put it in her mouth, and now she was wearing a peaceful expression.
Christ, she had no idea.
Even sitting in that nook in a kitchen she designed, eating food she cooked, she had no idea.
No idea what she gave, and how important it was.
Dair was really looking forward to helping her find out.
Chapter 9
Points
Blake
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