‘You may laugh,’ he replies, patting the little girl’s head. ‘But Sorcha here is building herself a nice little nest egg.’
‘What?’ Paisley’s response comes out as a tinkling laugh. ‘She hasn’t told you she spends it on candy?’
‘Sorch,’ he says, drawing her name out even as he shortens it. ‘Sorcha, Sorch, So.’ He shakes his head disparagingly. ‘How are you going to pay for all the things a dog needs?’
‘I’ve decided I don’t want a dog,’ she replies quite seriously. ‘Princess Kitty wouldn’t like it. Besides,’ she adds, pulling her hand from his, ‘I like sweeties.’ And as though to prove the existence of her sweet tooth, she skips off to follow Paisley and what looked like a large chocolate cake.
‘What are you smiling at?’ Flynn asks once we’re alone again.
‘I was just enjoying the cuteness factor. You’ve got hidden depths.’ I take a sip of my drink to hide my surprise at my compliment. We don’t compliment each other. We snipe and argue. Apart from that one time we fucked.
‘Seeing another side to me, were you?’
I am. And I don’t want to.
‘I’ll admit, I’m a little jealous,’ I say, my tone turning snarky once again. ‘You never performed magic for me.’
‘Huh.’ He steps closer—so close I can smell his aftershave. It’s spicy and woodsy and all kinds of yum. He smells like holidays and the best kinds of memories. Or maybe he would if I closed my eyes. But even looking at him reminds me of all kinds of things. Like how we’d snuck away from the wedding party. How we’d stumbled into my hotel room. How we hadn’t even stripped out of our clothes the first time he sank into me. How his eyes had rolled closed as I’d clenched around him and moaned.
‘I disagree.’ I shiver as his deep voice rumbles across my skin. ‘Because I seem to recall making your knickers disappear.’
