Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“If you’re in that place, I’m there with you, Blake.”
I patted his cheek.
He grinned at me.
That damned grin.
I worshipped it.
But now…onward.
“Tell me about your lunch with your father.”
His grin died, I hated seeing it go, but we had to talk about this, he knew that, so he sighed.
Then he shared the news that his father and my mother were an item before Bally met Kenna. That my grandfather had forbidden the match (that was so Grandfather, I had no memories of that man being anything but a colossal, privileged dick). And it all went on from there.
But…seriously.
Mum totally was their Camilla.
Dair also shared what Signe was up to and that she was breaking her NDA.
“Dad said he was going to fly to Denmark to threaten her personally, but I’ve been preoccupied since then with something important, so I haven’t followed up on that yet,” he concluded.
Something important.
Nice.
But busy Scottish industrial magnate, Balfour Wallace, dropping everything to fly to Denmark to protect his son?
Hmm.
“Have you looked at her TikTok?” I asked.
“Not keen to see what she might put up there,” he answered.
I’d left my phone in the raincoat so I ordered, “Get your phone.”
Another sigh from Dair before he turned to reach a long arm out to get his phone, then he came back to me. He engaged it, did some touching of his screen, studied it for a while and handed it to me.
“She’s not stopping,” he said and tapped the screen for the TikTok to play.
Lewis Capaldi was singing “Someone You Love” over a collage of videos and photos of a younger Dair and the very pretty, sexy, girl-next-door-wearing-way-too-much-makeup-à-la-Pamela-Anderson-from-back-in-the-day Signe.
Them laughing in each other’s faces with their arms around each other on some beach, her in a bikini, Dair in board shorts, sand on their bodies and wind in their hair. Signe filming Dair as he walked beside her, giving her my grin. Dair, dirty and sweaty and hugging her wearing his rugby kit after a match.
A selfie of them with their heads together on a pillow in bed.
I gasped.
“How dare she!” I snapped. “She picked a fabulous Scottish singer. She doesn’t get to use a fabulous Scottish singer to serenade her unhinged fantasies.”
“Blake—”
I sat up.
My back protested just a little bit, but it was so much better.
I totally ignored it and went to his contacts.
Dair pushed up too.
“Lie back down,” he ordered.
“No,” I retorted, found the number I needed, and hit go.
“Who are ye calling?” Dair asked.
“Dair?” Bally answered.
“Bally. It’s not Dair. It’s me,” I replied. Dair grunted in surprise, but I sallied forth. “Do you have people who can leak things to the press?”
“Blake,” Dair clipped.
“Is my son with ye?” Bally asked.
“Yes, we worked things out. This is why I’m calling on his phone,” I pointed out like he was a dim bulb. “Now I have a plan to deal with Signe. You haven’t flown to Denmark to threaten her yet, I take it.”
“Not yet.”
“Good. I’m going to contact Davi and Kenna, and I’ll do some ferreting around here at Treverton. We’ll get you some pictures of when we were all kids. Particularly Dair and me. Your people need to disseminate them widely. We’ll just see who was meant to be after the world gets a load of the fact Dair and I have essentially been leading up to being together since we were fucking born.”
“Baby,” Dair said quietly, but his tone was heavy with wonder and pride, so I looked to him.
“I guess being a media whore in my younger days has served a purpose,” I said to him.
My grin returned to his face.
Man, he so loved me.
God, it made me feel positively squishy.
“Are you okay with releasing those kinds of pictures?” I asked him belatedly.
“Absolutely,” he replied.
“This is the perfect strategy,” Bally said in my ear. “Beat her at her own game. Get me the photos, and I’ll handle it.”
“It might be tomorrow. I can barely move after Dair tackled me,” I lied.
“For fuck’s sake,” Dair pushed out.
“He tackled ye?” Bally asked, but I no longer had the phone.
Dair slipped it from my hand and put it to his ear.
“She wrenched it running, Dad. Long story. But you can see to this?” He paused. “Good. Appreciated.” Another pause and then a, “Aye, Dad. Thanks.”
With that, he hung up.
“Another learning moment, you control the narrative,” I educated him.
“We were meant to be together since we were born?” he asked.
“I believe I said ‘leading up to,’ but that works as well. Though, I should mention I had a huge crush on you when I was a kid.”
His brows shot up. “You did?”
I nodded.
“How much better is your back?” he asked.
Mm.
I knew that look in his eye.
I loved that look in his eye.
“Could ye handle me going down on you?” he pressed when I didn’t respond.
I could handle him going down on me if I was dangling from a building by my fingernails.