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)
Saturday, Sunday and Monday, he and Blake barely got out of bed. They did so only to get food and tug on clothes to take Sorcha on a walk.
However, he’d been alarmed when he’d seen the bruises he left on her thighs and hips.
These left after he took her hard.
But when he mentioned them, she’d kissed him with an unusual light in her eyes that was both soft and feminine in a cat’s-got-her-cream type of way.
And she did this telling him, “I bruise easy, Dair. I always did. And anyway, they don’t hurt at all.” The soft went out of her gaze and the cat’s-got-her-cream took over. “And I like them.”
He sensed she told no lies, especially considering her libido matched his, as did her stamina, so he changed his mind and decided he liked his marks on her too.
He’d had some meetings he’d had to be on his computer in his office for that day.
She’d left him alone to have them, taking Sorcha for a walk. During it, she’d texted him five pictures of his dog playing in a park, the last one a selfie of the two of them, Sorcha licking Blake’s cheek while Blake’s eyes were closed, and she looked to be laughing.
Again, she could be adorable.
And that fucking snap was going in a frame.
Dair was not unaware that he was falling for her.
The distance thing was a concern, but nothing else was.
She was funny. She was bright. She was well-traveled. She could hold her own. She was stylish. She could cook. She could make a mess, but she didn’t leave it long before she tidied it up. She was fucking sensational in bed. She liked to cuddle. She could be adorable.
And she liked his dog.
Aye, and she got along great with his sister.
“Obviously, he got arrested. Though, only after the coppers chased him for five blocks with his willie flapping in the breeze,” Davi finished, to gales more of Blake’s laughter.
It was then Dair saw his mobile, screen down on the table in front of them, light up around the edges. He reached to turn it, seeing he had a call from his mate, Declan.
Dec was a texter, so Dair was surprised at getting a call.
However, Dec and his woman had just had their second child, maybe three weeks ago, and it hadn’t been an easy go for Shannon.
Fuck.
“Gotta take this,” he said and got both women’s attention. “Ye good?” he asked.
Two nods.
He kissed Blake’s cheek and slid out of the booth with his phone.
When he got outside, he saw it wasn’t raining for once. It had either been raining or misting since Sunday morning. They’d had to walk the dog huddling under an umbrella for three days. The only respite they’d had, Dair didn’t get to enjoy, but Blake did when she took Sorcha to the park.
He walked up the narrow close where the pub was, to the Royal Mile. He’d missed the call but rang Dec as he looked up the rain slicked street that had many pedestrians, both locals and obvious tourists, on the pavements, toward Edinburgh Castle, lit up at night.
Dec picked up. “Dair.”
“Heya, mate. All right?”
“Aye, Dair. You?”
“All good. Ye called?”
“Aye. And…shit, Dair. Fucks me to tell ye this but think you should know with some urgency. Shannon was on her mobile, scrolling, and she came across some video of a podcast Signe did recently.”
Dair felt his neck get tight. “A podcast?”
“Shann did some sleuthing, and apparently you’re dating someone?”
“Aye.”
“Serious?” Dec asked.
“Aye,” Dair answered. “Why?”
“Well, that would explain why Signe is using this to catapult herself back into the consciousness of the masses, mate.”
His neck muscles tensing further, Dair shifted to stand next to a building to move out of the way of passersby and asked, “What’s she saying?”
“Shann listened to it, and not much, really, except a whole sob story about how ye were the love of her life, and ye married too young, and she expected you’d eventually make it back to each other since ye were meant to be, and shite like that.”
Bloody hell.
They’d been divorced eleven years, and his ex was trying to cast Blake in the role of the other woman.
Why the fuck would she do that?
“Thought ye should know,” Dec went on.
“I should. And I thank ye. Not sure what’s in that woman’s head, but whatever it is, she’s getting something out of it.”
“Maybe they paid her. Shann says your new woman is a big deal.”
“A big deal?”
“Some kind of feminist icon or something.”
Dair couldn’t hold back his laughter.
“She’s not?” Declan asked through it.
“It’s not going to be hard for ye to learn that Blake went viral a few years back when she gutted her fiancée at the altar of their wedding, exposing he’d slept with most of her bridesmaids. Their men were in the congregation, so things got even more hostile after that. But she’s not a feminist icon, at least not intentionally. Though what she did kicked arse.”