“Because there are answers.”
I shoved the food in my mouth and chewed angrily.
“Does it occur to ye, you’re being entirely irrational, and I haven’t bolted to the door?” he asked before shoving pie in his mouth.
Oh no he didn’t.
“I’m not being irrational, Dair,” I said low.
He leaned over his pie to me. “This is how I see it. If that kiss is any indication, you’re going to be fucking amazing in bed. You’re funny. You’re full of cheek, and I like it. Ye cook great. You’re kind to my mum. My sister thinks the world of ye. You’re not boring in the slightest. Ye love hard and show it effortlessly. And you like me. So much, you’re terrified of losing me before we’ve even tried. With all of that, what I know is, this could be everything. It could be wedding, children, our whole futures. And I’m determined to explore that. So worry all ye want, baby. Your arse is still going to be on a plane in a week and a half. And dinnae book a hotel. You’re staying with me.”
What did you say to that?
I said nothing, just angrily kept eating.
“It’s dead already, ye ken,” Dair quipped while watching me.
I shoved more pork in my mouth and chewed ferociously.
He busted out laughing.
Was there no distancing this guy?
Bah!
“I’m not terrified of losing you,” I groused as I speared a baby carrot.
“Sick with it, love,” he said jovially over his pot pie. “Not to worry. I’ve got the cure.”
Oh my God!
He was unspeakable.
“Dessert here or go to that ice cream place Mum and Davi were raving about?” he asked.
I was intent to give him the silent treatment for the rest of the date.
But we were talking about ice cream.
“Ice cream,” I grumbled.
His tone was vibrating with humor when he said, “Whatever you want, lassie.”
I wanted him.
And that was the problem.
Because it scared the shit out of me.
But, what could I do?
I was no wimp.
I was a Sharp. A Bernhard. Even a Coddington (from what I could tell, they were all assholes, but they didn’t back down or roll over for anybody).
So we’d give this a go.
He’d see.
