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)
“Go to Signe’s page,” Dair ordered.
I went to search, typed her name in, and tapped one of the videos that clearly had Dair in it.
“Comments, lassie,” Dair directed.
I hit the dialogue bubble at the side and the comments came up.
The first one said, OMG. It’s been years. Let it go.
That one had thousands of likes and seventy-four replies. I tapped the reply line, and the first one under it said, Right? Just…GROSS!
The one after that, Blake is so many levels up from her, Signe can’t even see her. She knows it and it’s driving her crazy. But I’m happy for them. #teamblairforever!
A tiny giggle escaped me.
I closed that thread, and the next comment down on the video said, This is getting sad. Let the man be happy, FFS.
And the next, Get over it. The ship has sailed for Wallace to be your meal ticket.
Harsh.
But true.
The next one, Should this be reported? It’s getting into the zone of stalking. At least it feels that way.
The next, Can you spell pathetic? It starts with an S and ends with an i-g-n-e.
Again, harsh.
But, by my estimation, true.
There wasn’t anything better after that. In fact, for Signe, they just got worse. Even in two scrolls, there wasn’t a single positive comment.
Dair closed the screen and took the phone from me.
“Think she’ll give up on the whole star-crossed lover shite after that,” he said.
Oh, she was one thousand percent going to give it up. No woman could take that much abuse, even if she was addicted to attention.
Trust me, I knew.
I settled happily in my seat and was about to return to my magazine when Dair spoke.
“Life is fucking weird,” he said. “But it can’t be denied, it gives us the skills we need to survive.”
No, indeed.
That couldn’t be denied.
And I absolutely adored that he twisted the way I struggled through those years in order to put a positive spin on it.
Regardless, even with that spin, what he said was true, and that was best of all.
I smiled at him.
He kissed my smile.
Then he put his ear buds in and went to some sports thing on his phone.
I pulled my iPad out of my tote and handed it to him so he’d have a bigger screen.
“Thanks, love,” he murmured and sorted himself out.
I went back to my magazine.
Chapter 24
Friendly Family
Blake
* * *
Dair opened the door to his family home that was situated in the countryside about an hour north of Edinburgh, and Sorcha nearly bowled us over as she dashed inside.
I’d always thought their house was a mite bit strange.
It looked like a castle, and that part was pretty, but it had an attached garage, and that looked weird.
That said, I thought the interior was anything but strange, probably because that was all Kenna. It was an attractive, inviting mix of sturdy, warm, leather, plaid, soft toss pillows, comfy throw blankets, multiple seating options, books, crossed swords, antlers, dog statues, great lighting, wide hearths, timbered ceilings and SCOTLAND!
I’d always felt at home there too. Like I didn’t have to take off my shoes. Like I could curl up and read a while.
Like I was welcome.
Like I was safe.
Wow.
Our whole lives were totally leading up to Dair and I being together.
Dair had shut the door and was taking my jacket when we heard Davi coo, “Who’s my wee bonny lass? You’re my wee bonny lass.”
Evidently, Sorcha found Auntie Davi.
I waited until he’d shrugged his own coat off and tossed it on the coat stand then took my hand and guided me into their sitting room.
We barely got over the threshold when Davi called, “Warning, bruv, Dad’s coming to dinner.”
“Davina!” Kenna snapped, bustling in with a dishtowel slung over her shoulder
“He needs as much opportunity to prepare as he can get,” Davi defended herself.
Kenna made it to us.
“Son,” she said to Dair and accepted his kiss on her cheek while patting his face. She then turned to me and offered both hands. “Our bonny Blake.”
“Hey, Kenna,” I said, taking her hands, and we held on while we touched cheek to cheek to cheek.
She didn’t let me go when that was over.
She said, “I’m so glad you two could work things out.”
“Aye. And I’m so glad to learn the great Alasdair Wallace can be a tosser,” Davi put in. “It came in the nick of time. I was getting an inferiority complex.”
Kenna let me go and whirled on her daughter. “Do I need to uninvite ye?”
“Relax, Mum,” Dair drawled. “She’s messing with ye. Davi hasn’t had an inferior thought in her life.”
Davi fake preened. “This is true. ’Tis the result of being born rich, gorgeous, smart as hell and funnier than Billy Connolly.”
“I see you’ve learned how to control your ego,” Kenna remarked.
“Oh, I forgot that on the list of things that are awesome about me,” Davi replied. “I’m humble.”