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“Can I just hold ye for a bit, lass?” he asks me, sounding unsure. Uh, the answer to that question will never be no.
“Of course.” I snuggle into him, trying to offer him comfort. “Are you okay? Connor told me what you have to do.”
“Ah, lass,” Paddy sighs, stroking my hair gently. “He shouldn’t have told ye. Ye’ll only worry.”
Well, of course I’ll worry. “I do worry. About you. I want you to be okay.”
“I am okay,” he sounds surprised that I would think otherwise. “And why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well,” I hesitate. “You had to….” I pause, whispering the word, “killsomeone.”
Paddy laughs softly. I hardly think this is a laughing matter.
“And so I did, lass. It comes with the territory.”
I mean. That makes sense. He doesn’tsoundupset.
“But…you just want to hold me?” I whisper, seriously confused. Paddy breathes out a sigh, pressing a kiss against my temple.
“Mo chroí. I saw yer face when I walked in. I just want to hold ye, so I know ye’re okay. That ye’re not going to run screaming for the hills.”
I snort at the suggestion, smoothing my hand against his chest.
“But you’re here. What would I do in the hills?”
“Aghrámochroí,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Ní ligfidh mé go deo thú.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
PADDY
“Ye’re sure that’s the one ye want?” Niall scrunches his nose at the ring the jeweler lays on the little felt mat on the counter.
“I’m sure.” I eye the ring with certainty.
“It’s brown. Aren’t diamonds supposed to be sparkly and white?” Niall is dubious now.
“It’samber.”I point at it. “It’s the exact same color as the lass’ eyes.”
He’s nodding, but I can see he’s not convinced.
“Besides, it has all the sparkly white ones around the outside.”
“Isn’t it supposed to be round?” Niall asks again. I glare at him. Who the fuck said it had to be round? I’ve never heard that before. The man has less than no fucking clue.
“What does the shape matter? It’s a diamond-shaped diamond. It’s on a gold band. It’s surrounded by sparkly white diamonds. It’s a fecking engagement ring!”
“But those look like the rings ye see on the telly.” Niall pokes his finger at the generic, giant diamonds that look like every single ring you see on the telly.
“I don’t want something you see on the telly,” I glower at him. “I want this one because when I look at it, I think of Lauren.”
The fucker finally shuts up, and the jeweler beams at me as he wraps the box up and goes on and on about care instructions.
Why do I give a fuck about care instructions? It’s a ring. Lauren’s a lass. She’ll figure it out.
“When are ye going to ask her?” Niall asks as we step out of the store, heading back for the SUV. Why the fuck is the man so invested in my fucking proposal?
“When I’m not covered in blood and haven’t been covered in blood for a few days.” I roll my eyes at him, and he grunts, finally dropping the subject.
