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)
It didn’t work.
I sat helplessly, not knowing what to do, as I watched Dair stand at their table and say things. The man’s face was white as a sheet. But as the woman gazed up at Dair and heard what he had to say, her face got red as a beet.
Dair finished and strolled back to our table. But even if he was a big guy who took up a lot of space, I didn’t miss the man leaning toward the woman, reaching her way and talking fast. Nor did I miss the woman’s straight back, the angry line of her shoulders and the infuriated shakes of her head.
So when Dair slid back into the booth, I leaned forward and bit, “What did you do?”
“I told him to keep his eyes on his woman and off mine. And if he smiles at you again, like he did or in any way, I was going to knock his teeth down his throat.”
That was insane!
“You threatened him?”
“Are you sitting across the table from me?”
“Yes.”
“Did we share an amazing kiss this morning?”
Gah!
“Yes, Dair,” I sighed.
“And is he with a woman who is obviously not his mother or sister and making eyes at mine?”
“You could have just ignored it,” I suggested.
“Why?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised I’d suggest such a thing. “That wasn’t for his benefit. It was for hers. She should know.”
She should.
Totally.
It stunk that he was right.
“Well, you didn’t have to threaten him,” I stated.
He took a sip from his beer and said casually, “That was for me.”
Lord.
I took a mouthful of my drink.
“Though, I fear this is going to be an issue with how gorgeous you are,” he went on. “It’s not been lost on me men stare at you all the time.”
They did?
Before I could ascertain the veracity of his remark, the server came around and swept away our egg plate.
She had to dodge the woman making an angry exit and the man chasing after her.
Fabulous.
I shot Dair a homicidal look, or what I hoped was a homicidal look.
Dair ignored it and declared, “Now…us.”
Outside of his wink and him thinking I was the most beautiful woman he ever saw, so far, this hadn’t been all that fun of a date, what with him pointing out I was a bitch to him at the rehearsal dinner and then him ruining some poor woman’s night and perhaps her entire relationship.
I didn’t get to tell him that.
“I have a match to call this weekend,” he started. “Ye probably want to go home to make sure your mother didn’t fuck with any of your shit. So the weekend after that, you come to me. Tomorrow, we’ll spend the day together, family dinner at the end. We’ll sort the next visit when you’re out with me.”
“I see you have this all planned,” I remarked.
“Do ye have plans the weekend after next?”
“No,” I admitted
“The whole week after that?”
What was he saying?
“I’m spending a week in Scotland?” I queried.
“We’re not going to get to know each other better with ye spending a couple of days with me while you’re jetlagged before you fly home.”
“That would be an awful lot of time spent together at the start of a relationship,” I remarked.
“We’re not going to get to know each other better with ye spending a couple of hours with me here and there when we live an ocean away from each other.”
He just got worse and worse, mostly because, when we were having words, he was so often right.
I gave in. “I’ll have to check my calendar, but I don’t think I have anything on.”
Though, I’d told Nora I’d help her with an event she was planning, but maybe I could do what I needed to do remotely.
“I’ll be getting to ye in New York, lassie, dinnae ye worry,” he assured.
Easy for him to say.
I was worrying about everything.
It was like he could read my mind, because he asked, “What’s bothering you about this?”
“What if we don’t work?” I asked.
“I dinnae ken,” he answered. “Though, think we might want to try first before we worry about it not working.”
“You’re a family friend.”
“Your mother was friends with my father, and we know where that’s at,” he retorted. “This goes sour, we live in different countries, lass. It’s not like we’re going to be bumping into each other at the market.”
This was true.
“Why are ye determined to drive a wedge into this?” he asked.
Why indeed.
“Blake,” he pushed.
The server came to set our mains in front of us and Dair—being honest, let-it-all hang-out Dair—expelled a frustrated breath when she did.
She glanced at him and her cheeks went pink, because he was glorious, and he’d just shared he was annoyed she interrupted us.
“We’re having a difficult conversation,” I explained to her.
“I’m sorry to intrude,” she mumbled.
“No intrusion. Maybe feeding the beast will make him more patient,” I joked.