He took a sip from his beer and said casually, “That was for me.”
Lord.
I took a mouthful of my drink.
“Though, I fear this is going to be an issue with how gorgeous you are,” he went on. “It’s not been lost on me men stare at you all the time.”
They did?
Before I could ascertain the veracity of his remark, the server came around and swept away our egg plate.
She had to dodge the woman making an angry exit and the man chasing after her.
Fabulous.
I shot Dair a homicidal look, or what I hoped was a homicidal look.
Dair ignored it and declared, “Now…us.”
Outside of his wink and him thinking I was the most beautiful woman he ever saw, so far, this hadn’t been all that fun of a date, what with him pointing out I was a bitch to him at the rehearsal dinner and then him ruining some poor woman’s night and perhaps her entire relationship.
I didn’t get to tell him that.
“I have a match to call this weekend,” he started. “Ye probably want to go home to make sure your mother didn’t fuck with any of your shit. So the weekend after that, you come to me. Tomorrow, we’ll spend the day together, family dinner at the end. We’ll sort the next visit when you’re out with me.”
“I see you have this all planned,” I remarked.
“Do ye have plans the weekend after next?”
“No,” I admitted
“The whole week after that?”
What was he saying?
“I’m spending a week in Scotland?” I queried.
“We’re not going to get to know each other better with ye spending a couple of days with me while you’re jetlagged before you fly home.”
“That would be an awful lot of time spent together at the start of a relationship,” I remarked.
“We’re not going to get to know each other better with ye spending a couple of hours with me here and there when we live an ocean away from each other.”
He just got worse and worse, mostly because, when we were having words, he was so often right.
I gave in. “I’ll have to check my calendar, but I don’t think I have anything on.”
Though, I’d told Nora I’d help her with an event she was planning, but maybe I could do what I needed to do remotely.
“I’ll be getting to ye in New York, lassie, dinnae ye worry,” he assured.
Easy for him to say.
I was worrying about everything.
It was like he could read my mind, because he asked, “What’s bothering you about this?”
“What if we don’t work?” I asked.
