“You know,” he said, lifting his glass. Clinking it against my pint. “There’s a bunch of things I want to say right now, but…half of them would be inappropriate to say out loud. I love that you’re here. Kind of excited to show you everything.”
“We have two days. I…I don’t care what we do as long as I can be with you.”
“You’ll be with me.”
“Good.”
“Cheers.”
We drank. His eyes never leaving mine. Put our glasses back down.
“I suppose this is our first date.”
“A bit far to go for a date. I’ve kind of traversed the entire country.”
“Crossed borders and all.”
“Yup. For you.”
“Thank you.”
What did I say to that? I had no idea. Just squeezed his hand.
“How’s your foot?”
We both laughed.
“Fucking hell,” he said quietly. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“I’m glad you did. Best holiday ever.”
“The first two days were great. Last part sucked.”
“I know.”
He was quiet for a bit. Took another sip of his drink.
“Noah, I’m an idiot. Seriously, most of the time I am, and I’m not going to make the same mistake again. This, you see? This is all wrong. Everything is wrong.”
Shit.
He stood up and waved at Angus. Me? I sat there with panic in my throat. At least he still had one hand in mine, and I held on to it. Hard.
Don’t do this. Please don’t.
“Angus, put the drinks on my tab, and the room. We won’t be needing it.”
“Aye,” the man said.
“Let’s go. I’m taking you home.”
“Home?”
“Home,” he repeated. Then he kissed me. Right there by the bar and truly? Honestly?
I needed to look for the nearest defibrillator because Fox Riley would be the end of me.
Chapter 18
