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)
And, aye.
He’d walked in on her wearing sweet yoga clothes, lying on her back on the floor, doing repeated bridges with a resistance band around her thighs.
That explained a lot when it came to the power of her hips.
“I do plenty of cardio when I’m in New York. Also, here, when I’m not planning a funeral and playing host to all my friends and family, I like to take walks.”
They’d managed to squeeze a ride in, but the weather had not been cooperative for much more than that.
Even so, he was shocked.
“Ye walk the English countryside?”
“I’m a lady peer,” she stated. “Of course I put on warm clothes and walk around in the drizzle and fog like the ghost of Cathy searching for Heathcliff.”
He busted out laughing.
He saw her smiling at him when he was done.
She rolled into him and stroked his jaw, mock frowning. “My Heathcliff isn’t very broody.”
“His Cathy sits on the floor like a disciple to his cock and tugs on his balls as any good girl should, there’s no reason to brood.”
Her eyes widened and she stopped stroking his jaw so she could slap his arm.
He grinned at her.
“You’re impossible,” she declared.
He put his mouth to hers, still smiling, and said, “But ye like me anyway.”
“Bluh,” she said against his lips.
She liked him.
He kissed her.
Not long later, they settled into bed.
And with Helena at rest not far from where they lay…
They fell asleep.
Chapter 17
Lady Norton Had Spoken
Dair
* * *
“Yo, bruv,” Davi greeted as she strolled into the stables where Dair was saddling one of the horses to take it out for a ride.
It was Wednesday.
Nearly everyone was gone, but his mum, his sister, Alex, Rix and Ned.
His sister was working remotely, but she had to get back. She had plans for the weekend. His mum was going with her, and they were leaving on a flight out that evening. Dair was taking them to the airport.
At that moment, Ned, Blake and Alex were going over the estate’s accounts with Christine in the study.
Rix was supposed to meet him at the stables for a ride.
Dair had a match to call at Twickenham on Saturday, and he and Blake had made plans.
The next day, not only Blake, but all of them were going to come to London with him and catch the game. They’d return to Treverton on Sunday, after they took Ned, Alex and Rix to Heathrow because they were flying out that day.
There had been no talk of Blake going back to The States.
But there had been talk of her returning to Edinburgh with him.
He wasn’t mentioning her going home to New York.
As far as he was concerned, she was now home.
At Treverton.
Which was a far sight closer to his home than New York.
This was all good.
Blake, Alex and Ned seemed to be getting on all right since experiencing the closure of the funeral.
So that was all good too.
The only issues to be had were Dair’s.
Primarily his father continuing to try to get in touch with him, his mum and his sister.
With Helena laid to rest, Dair needed to stop procrastinating with that. Hear what his father had to say, not that there was anything he could say, but he owed the man at least that respect.
And then he could make a decision about how he felt about it.
He’d look at doing that when they returned to Edinburgh.
He’d also finally taken the time to listen to Signe’s podcast.
He was no solicitor, so he couldn’t say for certain, but it didn’t seem like she’d broken the non-disclosure agreement. It was well known they were together, same with their divorce. The woman harping on about how much they loved each other could also be construed as common knowledge.
He sent it to his attorney regardless.
In the meantime, probably due to more photos of he and Blake making the rounds, mostly arriving at and leaving Helena’s memorial, Signe had done another podcast.
This one was more popular, had more followers, and as such, meant Dair had received numerous communications from mates who had heard it or of it.
He hadn’t had the chance to listen to that one.
But from what he heard in the first, Signe was definitely playing the star-crossed lover, trying to paint him as the other half of that, and as such, erase Blake out of the picture altogether.
He’d shared none of this with Blake. There was nothing she could do about it. And she had more important things to concern herself with. Primarily wrapping her head around the running of an estate, all her new assets, finalizing the inheritance and hopefully considering a permanent move to the UK.
But now, he had his sister, who was wearing an expression he did not like.
“All right?” he asked.
“No.”
He already knew that, but he waited for her to share.
She stopped at the horse he’d just finished saddling and started stroking his neck.