I pursed my lips to keep my expression neutral. “It’s not Kara’s scene.”
“She’s missing out.”
“So are you. There’s really no way you can come?”
Orla grinned. “No way in hell.”
“That bad, eh?”
“Thatgood. Besides, I have plans with Alexei. We’re going to stay up all night and drink the good vodka.”
“You’re sleeping at Cam’s?”
“I’mdrinkingat Cam’s. Honey, keep up.”
I’d have mussed her hair if Nash hadn’t been asleep on me. Instead, I nudged her with my foot.
She poked her tongue out, and the resulting rush of blood pretty much incinerated me.
So much for sex not being on my mind. “I can pick you up after Willow goes home. If you need me.”
Orla’s grin turned into a full-on smirk. “You will do no such thing.”
“No?”
“No.” She leaned over Nash’s sleeping form, treating me to an unobstructed view of her inked tits. “Sea Rave parties till dawn, and I don’t expect to see either of you a minute before.”
There was something she wasn’t saying, and it had nothing to do with the sunrise and everything to do with the heat flaring in her big brown eyes. “My kid is going to be with us the whole time.”
“Willow has a curfew. She already told me Kara is picking her up at midnight.”
“What are you trying to say?”
Orla wet her lips. “I’m saying you both spend way too much time focused on me. I don’t need that and I don’twantit. I’m not sitting here worrying that he’ll like fucking you more than fucking me, so leave your gentlemen pants behind and have some fun. Gowild,Locke. You deserve that as much as he does.”
I didn’t deserveher. Fuckin’ hell, where had she been all my life? Where hadtheybeen? Even in my most untamed dreams, I’d never imagined anything like this. “You know I’ll take care of him, don’t you?”
Orla’s fierceness gentled. “Like I know we’d die for you.”
* * *
I stayed the night. Of course I did. Where else would I go? Back to the compound bedroom that somehow smelled of her and him as much as Orla’s sheets did?
Nope, I stretched out on the far side of the bed, my arm around Nash as me and Orla coaxed him into staying between us, and it was the best night’s sleep I’d ever had.
In the morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. Neither appealed to me, but being alone in Orla’s bed wasn’t my idea of fun.
I rolled upright, grabbed some clothes from the floor, and followed my heart to the kitchen.
Orla was at the stove again.
Nash snuck up on me and thwacked a bag of granola against my chest. “For you, weirdo.”
Weird andhappy.
We ate breakfast together like we’d eaten our dinner, and it was so domesticated it was almost as hard to believe as Nash eating at record speed to make it to Rubi’s yoga class on time.
True story.
