I watch him go, a faint smile tugging at my mouth.
Eventually, Zoe comes over and hijacks Fiona, so I take the opportunity to go and refill my glass, only to be intercepted by Ciara, who is bringing out a tray of cupcakes for the kids to decorate.
“Cormac, we really need to talk about venues and dates. Fiona’s given me a list of ideas, but I need to know what you want.”
I groan, rubbing my temple. “Is that really necessary tonight?”
She grins at me, which tells me there’s no point in trying to fight her.
“Ciara, you already have my credit card. You and Fiona can go nuts. Just…leave me out of it.”
“But—”
Fiona appears with a cupcake covered in frosting the color of Zoe’s hair. “I did try to warn you.”
“Of what?” Ciara asks.
“That Cormac is a Grinch when it comes to fun,” she teases as she dips her finger into the frosting.
I narrow my eyes as I watch Fiona wrap her lips around her finger and suck the frosting off.
I turn to Ciara. “I have one request.”
“Really? What? You can have anything.”
“I want a cake covered in frosting. So I can do this.” I wrap my arm around Fiona and dip my head to take a bite of her cake.
She squeals, batting at my chest, but I don’t let go until my lips are fully coated in frosting. And then I kiss her.
“Okay, yeah,” Fiona gasps against my mouth. “Frosting is a must.”
“Okay, I’m clearly getting nowhere,” Ciara grumbles, walking away to leave me alone with Fiona.
“Fiona!” Scout calls from across the room. “We need you!”
“I’m being summoned,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“My son is very demanding.”
“He takes after his father.”
I nip at her lower lip. “What can I say? I know what I want.”
“Well, whatever you want will have to wait.”
I let out a groan before releasing my hold on Fiona.
It’s pure torture watching her walk away in a dress that hugs her ass so perfectly, so I make a mental note to torture her right back once we are alone.
When the sugar crashes finally hit, and the older kids have all been put to bed in Scout’s room, Fiona and I head back downstairs to join the rest of the party.
She chuckles. “They’re going to be impossible tomorrow.”
I snake an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. “Even if they are, we’re officially off duty for tonight.”
“Oh, yeah? Says who?”
“Says Brennan. He offered to babysit.”
