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)
Blake stopped dead, and with wooden movements, turned to look up at him.
“She…what?” Before he could respond, she demanded, “Both of them?”
“Aye. But she didnae win, babe,” he assured. “It just drug shite out and cost more money than it should.” He grinned playfully at her. “Though, in my next prenup, I’ll be sure to mention pets and the fact I’ll be keeping them.”
Blake didn’t respond to that. She noticed Sorcha was keen to get moving so she started them walking again.
She did this as she sniped, “What a bitch. I mean, I could see she’d not want to lose the dog you adopted together, or the one she’d grown to love while being with you, but by then I expect they were bonded?”
“They were,” he confirmed.
“Ugh,” she grunted. “The best way to ascertain you’ll be able to see your animals is to not be a total bitch during a breakup.”
“Very true.”
“Are they…have they passed?” she asked carefully.
“Aye. Nessie, my beardie, died a few years after the divorce. Effie held on a long time. She only died a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry, Dair.”
He loved that she knew to say that even if years had passed since they’d been gone. He still missed them.
He gave her a squeeze. “Since it’s obvious ye like them, why dinnae ye have a pet?”
“I can barely take care of me. How am I going to look after an animal?”
Bloody hell.
Here they were again.
“The correct answer to that, lass, is you’re so busy taking care of other people, ye dinnae have time to add a pet to that.”
“Well…yes,” she mumbled. “I suppose I have gotten to that point. Though, now I’m in Prescott a lot, and I’m of a mind that dragging your pet everywhere you go causes anxiety to that pet. I can see you wanting your animal with you wherever you are. But they might not feel all that comfortable in a plane or a market or Bergdorf’s.” She looked up at him. “What do you do with Sorcha when you’re not here?”
“Davi takes her. If she’s not around, I’ve got a couple of mates who like having her with them.”
“Oh.” She turned to face where they were going. “That’s nice.”
They took a corner and Sorcha stopped to sniff a loo option.
“Do you see her?”
“Davi? Aye. And ye will too. I’m thinking drinks and dinner Tuesday night. We’ll give Mum a day to settle in and head out there Thursday. Davi will probably be there too.”
“I mean Signe.”
Ah.
“No, Blake. Last I heard she moved back to Denmark. Saw her a few times after the divorce. But now it’s been years.”
She nodded and looked to Sorcha, but since she was doing her business, she looked across the street.
When Sorcha was done, he set them moving again and asked, “What about that twat ye almost married?”
“Chad?”
“Ye almost marry another twat?” he teased.
She pretended to be annoyed at him, but her lips tipped up before she shook her head.
Even shaking her head, she said, “Yes. He tries to contact me once or twice a year. He’s married, by the way.”
“And he still tries to contact ye?”
“Yes.”
“To say he’s sorry and let’s be friends, or…?” he let that trail.
“The ‘or” part,” she told him.
“Total twat,” he muttered.
“Yes,” she repeated.
They fell silent the rest of the walk. It was a bonny end-of-summer day. But the weather was forecast to turn for the rest of the week.
“Hope ye brought warm clothes, lass,” he mentioned.
“I did, honey,” she replied.
Fuck, he liked that.
He led them back to the house, and after they got in and he took the lead off his dog, Blake turned to him.
“I feel like I smell like airplane. Do you mind if I take a quick shower and unpack?”
“No. But are you hungry? While ye do that, I could put together some snacks.”
“That’d be great.”
He dropped a kiss on her and bid, “Go.”
“Take your time with the snacks,” she said as she went. “It’s going to take me an hour just to climb up two flights of stairs.”
“Cheek.”
He heard her soft laugh.
Damn, but he’d already fallen in love with the sound of that.
He’d give it a quarter of an hour then he’d hit the kitchen. He had a taste for bacon and brie sandwiches. And as far as he could tell, Blake had a taste for all food, she wasn’t picky, she enjoyed it, didn’t hide it, and she didn’t haver on about it.
Something else to like about his woman.
Not top of the list, but on it.
It was a long list.
And it was getting longer.
Chapter 12
Bacon and Brie Sandwiches
Blake
* * *
I was fidgety as all hell.
But I was ready.
Or at least that was what I told myself.
I’d had a quick shower, took off my makeup and put on fresh (minimally, for what I had planned it could only be minimal).