“Sure?” I asked.
Something moved over her face, and she came to me.
Slinging an arm around my shoulders, she led me to the door, saying, “I need a drink, and ye need to let my brother drink ye in wearing that outfit. You look perfect and he’s not going to be able to keep his hands off ye.”
“We have a lot to talk about before any of that,” I noted awkwardly.
She stopped us in the hall. “Ye ken your ex was the wanker to beat all wankers, except for maybe my father.”
“Uh, yeah, I ken that,” I replied.
She grinned.
But it didn’t last long.
“I was at that wedding-not-wedding, Blake. I was proud of you, even if it wasn’t my place to be. It gutted me all the same. That said, ye were always snooty, like your mother, but ye could be funny. After that happened, ye found yourself, and I won’t give that wanker the credit, but he sure led you to the right path. Dair was once-bitten, a thousand times shy. I haven’t seen him this into a woman since Signe. And we all know his dick was more into her, literally and figuratively, than his brain was.”
I let out a startled laugh at her brutal honesty.
I also thought about the woman I’d met briefly at their wedding, and had disliked intensely, and I did that immediately. She was crass and obvious. And the way she took so much time to arrange her hair, body and expression anytime a camera was anywhere near her gave me a sinking feeling.
“You found you, be that you,” Davi went on. And now I got a saucy grin from her. “Dair obviously likes it.”
This was very true.
He obviously did.
I wasn’t sure how or why, but he did.
I nodded.
She guided me downstairs in my own house.
And when we hit the living room and Dair turned to me, the look on his face…
Oh yes.
He liked me.
My nerves instantly settled (but other parts of me came alert).
He walked my way, his eyes roaming all over me, but when he took my hand, they rose to mine.
“Ready?” he asked.
Was I?
That kiss said yes.
His speech about my cake said yes.
The way his eyes just roamed all over me also said yes.
My head screamed no.
But my mouth said, “I’m ready.”
Dair turned us to the living room where Dad and Kenna were sitting on the sofa, enjoying a cocktail, and Davi was at the bar mixing herself one.
