I look back at him in confusion. His uncle was the one who picked me up from his parents’ home. Why would he say I’ve been missing? Better yet, why would he need to have someone search for me?
Couldn’t Uncle Finlay have told him where to find me? My hackles begin to go up. Something isn’t right.
“Aye, love. I was told ya were missing. If I had known where to find ya, I would have come for ya sooner.
“It’s good to see ya. How are ya? Are ya okay?”
“I’m fine. Although I’m not sure ya should be here.”
He makes a deep scoffing sound. “Who the fuck is going to keep me from ya?”
“Cole, I … maybe we need to back up a bit. I’m confused. Why are ya here now?”
“I told ya. I’m here to take ya to dinner. I want to eat and talk to ya.”
“I can’t. My gran is inside. I need to let her caregiver go home.”
“Then we’ll order in.”
“Ya can’t just show up here demanding I have dinner with ya, Cole. I don’t know ya. I haven’t seen ya in eleven years. How do I know yer the same person I once knew?”
“That’s why we’re going to have dinner. I want to know how ya’ve been and what’s been going on in yer life. I’ve missed ya.”
“No. No, no, no. This doesn’t feel right. Yer here out of the blue.
“No one said anything about ya coming here and now here ya are. I can’t afford to trust ya. I need ya to go,” I say and turn to head into the cottage.
“DJ. Deja, wait.”
I ignore him and continue heading for the front door. I still don’t know why he left the day after the bonfire or why he didn’t come to find me sooner. This could be a setup.
Nope. I’m not doing this. My gran has spent enough time without me today.
Brooklyn
I thoughtI was going to come out of my skin on the flight over here. It took way longer than it ever has to get from New York to Scotland. Not that the flight time changed in any way.
My mind has been telling me I need to be here. However, I was not expecting this when I arrived. Deja looks nothing like the eighteen-year-old I left behind in Ireland. Jesus, Mary, Joesph, all that ass. You can see it from the front.
She looks like the prototype for what women in America pay to look like. Small waist, big fat ass, and those thick thighs. Damn.
My mouth is watering as I watch her walk away from me. The leggings she has on leave nothing to the imagination. Her ass jiggles with each step. The zip-up sports jacket she has on hugs those huge tits like a loving friend.
A friend I want to be. I’m fixated on the globes of her ass as I try to figure out what’s happening. Why is she walking away from me? I’m not leaving here without talking to her.
“Deja, I need to talk to ya. Will ya stop walking away?”
“Why are ya here, Cole?” she bites out as she turns to face me.
I move to stand in front of her. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. I cup her pretty face once again.
She’s still gorgeous as ever. Not a stitch of makeup on her face and her skin is still flawless. She still wears those bangs, which brings a smile to my face.
Her rich, deep, dark-brown complexion brings out the beauty of her face. Her lips, her nose, those long dark lashes and pretty brown eyes. I can’t believe she’s standing in front of me.
“I came to do this,” I murmur before I can think better of what I’m about to do.
I dip my head and capture her lips. I didn’t come here for this, but now that I have her in my hands, how can I not? Her lips are so enticing and having her in my arms is all I’ve ever wanted.
