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My brows knit as I steal another glance at my father, who only quirks a brow at me to say something contrary to that fact.
“Alright,” he says with a sigh. “Your mama will be thrilled. I expect ye’d want the lass to pick everythin’ out, correct?” Stealing a glance over at him with a glower, he chuckles at me. “I expect this will be the only weddin’ ye’ll be in. I was just makin’ sure.”
“The sooner, the better,” I mutter.
6
HAVEN
I wantto be anywhere but here.
In the middle of the O’Clery estate, with two men who stare at me with different expressions on their faces while beautiful flowers surround us.
And I’d rather keep my attention on the young O’Clery, Kohen, because the other option is absolutely terrifying.
“So…do you have any hobbies, Miss Kincaid?” the youngest O’Clery asks me, trying his best to keep a conversation going, but it’s failing miserably.
I don’t know why Finn decided or agreed to do this. He appears as thrilled about this marriage as I do.
Almost.
I’d love to run away and never see him again while he looks bored out of his skull about it. Maybe the thrill of terrifying me has worn off, and he’s found another unfortunate victim to torment.
I could only hope. However, I wouldn’t want anyone else to suffer such a fate.
“I…” The current lump in my throat has faithfully stayed with me since arriving here. And, when I thought Papa was going to stay behind to talk to Mr. O’Clery, he took off with his men.
I’m here alone.
With no backup or protection, that’s exactly how I will be after marrying the man to Kohen’s right.
“I cook,” I finally let out, straightening my spine against the fact that all Irish women can cook. “And…I like to collect records.”
Kohen perks a brow, looking slightly interested. “Records?”
“Yes.” I nod. “I like the way they sound. The nostalgic piece and the cracks in the music.”
He smiles at me, his blue eyes kind and soft, as he kicks one of his ankles over his knee. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket and white tee with black ripped jeans, looking as casual and comfortable as ever. “I can’t say I’ve ever heard one.”
“They’re lovely.”
“I’m sure they are. I guess I found your wedding present.”
God, shoot me.
“Do you have a preference, Miss Kincaid?”
The kind that will suck your brother in and never allow him to come out.
“Not particularly. My mother and I used to listen to a lot of old love ballads.”
Finn scoffs, and before I can mindlessly glance over at him, his brother cuts in.
“A cook, loves music, and music,” Kohen muses, his handsome features illuminating with amusement. “You’re just as lovely and extremely refreshing, Miss Kincaid.”
I’m actually a bit flattered by his compliment until I see Finn crane his head over to his brother without a word.
Kohen smiles wider. “I hope you like gardening, Miss Kincaid. Our mama adores it, and I’m sure you’d make a perfect companion.”
