Within minutes, I fall asleep on his chest. When I wake up, he's stroking my back and staring at me.
I claim, "Ya always stare at me."
He smiles. "I'm just happy I have such a looker in my bed all the time for the rest of my life."
"Is that so?"
"Aye." His stomach growls.
"Did ya eat yesterday?" I ask.
"No."
I suggest, "Let's go have some breakfast. I'm hungry too."
"I'll have ya for breakfast," he warns.
I laugh. "Let's get some real breakfast first."
"Who said your pussy isn't real breakfast?" His stomach growls again.
I laugh and sit up. "Come on."
We toss some clothes on and go downstairs. He fixes our plates, and we go into the sitting room where no one else is.
I question, "Why aren't we eating with others?"
"I thought it'd be better if we could talk in private."
My nerves fill me. "Did I do something wrong? Oh, wait, I did. I left the house. You're going to yell at me, aren't ya?"
He shakes his head. "No. But, Maeve, if I ever tell ya again that ya need to stay—"
"Don't worry. I'll stay. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. It was just because it was my da," I interject.
He nods. "I know, but promise me, from now on—"
"I swear to God I'll never do it again. Anytime ya tell me to stay somewhere, I will. I promise ya." I hold my hand in the air.
He smiles. "Okay. Good. Seal it with a kiss." He taps his finger to his lips.
I laugh and kiss him, and he slides his tongue into my mouth. We kiss for a while, and then I retreat.
I blurt out, "Did ya know Da had a contract on me?"
He freezes.
"Ya did, didn't ya?" I accuse.
He admits, "Aye. I got a package sent to me while we were in New York."
"A package?" I question.
"Aye. It had a signed contract between your da and Grady and Dagan."
"And what did it say?" I ask, wondering if I should know the details.
"Does it matter?" Tynan asks.