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)
He’d had a meeting that day with the Scottish Rugby Union. They’d been trying to recruit him for a couple of years.
After a conversation with Blake, they agreed it was time for him to get serious about considering it. His contract would be up soon with the BBC, and with Blake in his life, and a future to build, he needed something that didn’t require him flying all over Europe and most of the world every week.
Blake was worried he was giving up something he loved when she told him she adored travel, so she could come with him, or she could take the opportunity when he was gone to go to Treverton or New York if he had a longer haul than normal.
But they wanted bairns, and he didn’t want to be that dad who was gone all the time, or that man who made his woman deal with everything because he was.
Fortunately, he had choices.
With what was on offer, particularly working with kids, that day, he got serious about it.
However, he’d left after Blake that morning. She was meeting his mum and Davi to look at some stuff for Davi’s new bathroom.
And when he was about to leave, their clothes from the night before were on the floor, the bed was not made, and the bathroom was a disaster from Blake getting ready.
He’d thrown the clothes in the hamper, but didn’t have time to do more than toss the bedsheets up so they were less of a mess. And he left her shoes where they were, because she was careful with them and had a specific place for each pair in the closet, and he didn’t have time to figure out where they went. Then he took off.
Now the bed was made, the shoes were put away, and when he moved to the bathroom, he saw it was tidy, except for the towel she had laid out where she was resting the makeup brushes she was cleaning.
He heard her laugh.
“Okay good,” she said into the phone “I’m glad you’re reconsidering. I think you’ll be glad too.” Her eyes came to him standing in the doorway, and she gave him a big smile.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Dair’s home, and he doesn’t know it yet, but he’s making me his bangers and mash because I might be more in love with his mash than him,” she said to who he knew was his sister.
Now Dair was smiling.
“Right, I’ll tell him. Speak soon and love to Ewan,” she said, then wiped her hands on a towel and took the phone from where it was tucked between her shoulder and her ear.
“You could have put her on speaker,” Dair noted.
“Hello to you too,” she replied.
He moved in, took hold of her hips, then took what he wanted from her mouth.
She looked dazed when he lifted his head and said, “Hullo.”
This smile she gave him was a little hazy, but he liked it too.
She recovered and explained, “The faucet was on. It was easier to hear and be heard that way.”
“Right,” he replied.
“Davi sends her love.”
“Right,” he repeated.
“How was the meeting?” she asked.
“They’re working up an offer.”
Her brows lifted. “Are you happy about it?”
“Aye. Very.”
Her smile returned.
“I’m making bangers and mash?” he asked.
“Please,” she replied.
“How’s Davi’s bathroom coming on?”
“I think we licked it for all the important bits. We just have to find a contractor to fit them.”
“Not the easiest part.”
“No, but we’ll lick that too.”
He had no doubt.
She had renovations in full swing at the New York apartment because, “I’ve always wanted to do that to make it more me, but Mum always pushed back,” and she was nowhere near that flat.
Then again, she insisted on still looking after her father’s properties being nowhere near them either.
All this meant more binders but fuck it.
She was like his mum. She liked to be busy. And she loved to do things for people she loved.
“I’ll get started on dinner,” he said.
“Great, but just a note we popped into St. James Quarter, and I grabbed you that Kiehl’s stuff you like. It’s in your top drawer by your sink.”
Dair blinked slowly before asking, “Sorry?”
“You used it at Dad’s place in Prescott?” she asked for confirmation.
“The face stuff?” he asked the same.
She nodded.
“You noticed that?”
“I could smell it after you used it.” She appeared bemused. “Did I get it wrong? Don’t you like it?”
“Aye, lass, I just didn’t think about it after we left.”
She turned back to the sink, saying, “That’s what you have me for. To think about those things for you.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
She was something.
She was lathering up a brush.
He decided to leave her to it and exited the bathroom to go make dinner.
As if sensing food might soon be spilled on the ground, as it was her job to clean that up, Sorcha came with him.
But Dair stopped in the bedroom again.