“It didn’t feel like I won.”
“Well, you did, baby.”
“You haven’t been serious with anyone since Signe either,” I pointed out.
“Reckon the fates were telling me to hold until I could get back to you.”
Whoosh.
All my breath left me.
Because…
Did he just say that to me?
It was like he didn’t realize he just rocked my world.
He kept talking.
“My mother and your father like and respect each other, but they’re not mates, though I think they could be. My sister is growing more and more fond of ye the more you feed her.”
That made me crack a smile.
He continued, “In other words, I know there are things to lose, Blake, especially between you and me. I understand what you’re saying. Ye thought ye lost something when ye scraped him off, but ye figured out ye didnae. But you like me, and ye ken already it’ll be worse if it dinnae work out. Hen, understand this. I’m feeling the same.”
Oh God.
He was feeling the same.
Did that make me feel better, or more scared?
Definitely more scared.
Dair went on, “But I’ve got the balls to give it a go because it feels damn good and might get better.”
“I don’t have balls, Dair.”
“Thank Christ, but you get me. Are ye going to wimp out on me?”
Oh no he didn’t.
“I’m not being a wimp,” I snapped. “I’m trying to protect you and me.”
“From what?”
“Heartbreak?” I asked sarcastically. “Emotional trauma? Another social media onslaught. Have you thought of that? Everything my crew does is plastered all over the place and you’ll be along for that ride if you’re with me. Trust me, it’ll be way worse than what happened with Signe.”
“Now you’re making shite up,” he muttered while spooning up chicken pot pie.
“I am not,” I stated heatedly. “As I’m sure you know with what you just mentioned about Signe, it’s not fun.”
“Ye dinnae have any records to sell or movie tickets ye want people to buy. Why do ye give that first shite about what people say about you on social media?”
“Well, you have a job in the public eye.”
“Baby, I got my trust fund when I was twenty-three and I haven’t touched it. I could lose my job and get a job coaching somewhere and be more than comfortable. I was young back then and felt like an eejit. Now, I dinnae give a fuck what millions of people addicted to their screens say about me.”
“You have an answer for everything,” I sniped, swiping more polenta on pork.
