“I have a million messages to return before bed anyway. Please,” she said, briefly touching his hand, which his dad caught if the smirk was any indication, “get your dad that property. Be a pirate, not a pussy.” She laughed, and so did his dad. “That’s one of my brother Patrick’s favorite sayings.”
He stopped her as she turned to leave and gripped her hand despite his father’s presence. When she looked up at him, he pressed a brief kiss to her lips and said, “Thank you for understanding. I’ll make it up to you.”
“I know.” It was all she said before walking out.
“You’ve been holding out, Dag,” his father growled.
He and his father were as close as brothers and shared almost everything. Dagr wasn’t sure why he hadn’t spoken of Bébhinn.
“Aren’t the O’Faolains the family Lee wants you to help on a case?”
“Among other things,” he replied, purposefully being vague. He knew Lee wanted him to take over his firm so he could retire, which would be a hell of a lot more than helping on a case.
“Get me my fucking property, son, and then tell me why I found you humping O’Faolain’s only daughter on the couch.”
forty-four
BÉBHINN
Bébhinn had been homefor a few hours, having left London early. Dagr’s father had spent the night, which meant there had been no more sexcapades.
Still, she’d had an amazing day and evening with Dagr and enjoyed meeting Ulf. His gruff no-nonsense reminded her of her father, and she’d felt instantly comfortable. She’d also been thrilled that he had known her father, even if only through conference calls.
Dagr had been waiting outside her bathroom last night after she’d gotten ready for bed. He apologized for his father’s unexpected visit and because he had to work.
“Your father is wonderful, and your job is important. Plus, it’s not like you could have told him no,” she laughed.
“I could have.”
“And paid dearly for it later.”
“Yes,” he admitted with a shrug and grin.
“I’m going to bed.” She stepped closer.
Dagr had her lifted and pressed against the wall. Her legs naturally wrapped around his waist.
“A kiss goodnight?” he spoke against her lips.
Her answer was to swipe her tongue between his lips. The goodnight kiss lasted ten minutes and had them as frustrated as they’d been when they left each other earlier.
Sleep did not come easily that night.
The following morning when her car was waiting outside his flat, Dagr was in the middle of a heated conference call with another attorney. She knew he was frustrated that he couldn’t properly tell her goodbye, but her feelings were far from hurt. Remembering the look of longing on his face still put a smile on her face hours later.
Dagr Griffiths made her very happy.
She and Gray were finishing the supper dishes after the four housemates decided to cook out so Bébhinn could tell them about the charity gala, especially what was happening between her and Dagr.
“I still can’t believe my texts cockblocked you,” Mags mumbled through her hands as she covered her face and shook her head in mock pain.
“Technically, his father did that, but my God, you guys, I only got to see and touch him from the waist up; his body is gorgeous.”
Blair signed, “I’m glad you didn’t take our advice and told your mom before you left.”
“Me too. She was great. I should have trusted her from the beginning. I hadn’t realized how long it had been since we’d truly shared something that wasn’t about Dad.”
“I can’t believe you were able to put your brothers off a family get-together until tomorrow,” Gray said as she handed Bébhinn the last of the dried plates.
