“Okay.”
“I’ll meet ye at the airport.”
I nodded.
He gave me a squeeze. “It’s not too long, Blake.”
“I know.”
He touched his nose to mine. Then he touched his lips to mine. After that, he held my jaw and stroked my throat with his thumb.
That felt crazy nice.
God, he was undoing me!
Finally, he let me go.
Totally undoing me.
We held hands back to the rental car.
Davi got in. After another hug with his mum, a shake of the hands with Dad that turned into a man hug complete with pounding of backs, and a tight squeeze and quick kiss for me, he got in.
Dad, Kenna and I stood in the drive and waved as they drove off.
Davi shoved out of her window and waved back.
I had little doubt Dair saw me in the rearview, waving.
Since that probably made me look the forlorn, infatuated woman, I stopped.
Davi popped back into the car.
And then they were gone.
Chapter 11
Breaking
Dair
* * *
Dair stood outside international arrivals at the Edinburg airport, waiting for Blake to come through the doors.
It had been a busy week and a half, and busy normally made time fly, but waiting for her to come to him, it seemed to drag on.
During that time, they texted frequently, and talked every evening (or, his evening).
In the beginning, when she was still in Arizona, he got detailed reports on his mum. When they’d go out for a meal. When they’d cook together. How his mum spent a lot of time alone on the back deck with her tea or a glass of wine, and Blake left her to it to give her space.
She also shared how the sadness wasn’t shifting
“But it won’t, Dair,” she warned. “Not for a while. She’s lived with this a lot longer than we probably know, but following through with ending a forty-year marriage is going to be hard.”
It settled him Blake was there with his mum, because he knew how deeply she cared for her.
It settled him more she had a sense of what his mother was going through, even if he hated both of them went through it.
