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But then what?
Darragh may just rent a car and drag me to Seattle anyway. He’ll be rip-roaring mad that he missed that party with his daughter.
I keep my mouth shut, and the captain tips his cap before he disappears into the cockpit.
A few moments later, we’re moving down the runway.
“Is that really a myth? About flying late in a pregnancy?”
“Partially.” Darragh texts on his phone, not looking at me. “It’s more about the altitude and time. For the size of this plane, we won’t go above 20,000 feet, and we won’t be in the air for more than three hours. Tomorrow, I’m taking you to the hospital for a full workup to check the baby.”
“Tomorrow’s Sophie’s party.” I catch on quick.
“Fuck,” he mutters and tosses his phone aside.
“You can drop me off at a hospital or a walk-in center.”
“No.” He glares at me. “You’re not leaving my sight.”
“Don’t you work?”
“I mean, you’re not leaving my house without me. At this point in your pregnancy, you can go into labor at any time.” He brushes his thumb against a set of full lips.
Damn, his brother puckers the same exact way, but Darragh’s lips look lush and in need of kissing.
“How old are you, again?” he asks, when he catches me staring.
“Twenty-three-ish. How old are you?”
“The same age as Cormac.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes. “It’s been so long since he and I had any kind of meaningful conversation. I forgot, to be honest.”
“Thirty-two. But that’s not important.”
“How old is Sophie?”
He twitches when I say her name.
“Don’t ask about Sophie.” He leans in with a glower that sinks my heart. “I don’t know you. I know who you are. That’s it. You had drugs on you, and you were pulling cons with my brother. You’re not to go near my daughter. I have a very big house and several guest bedrooms with their own bathroom. All the locks are controlled by me.”
Everything he said about me is true. I can’t argue.
I sit on a loveseat by myself and keep quiet for the rest of the flight. I’m starving, but there’s no food on board. Just water.
When my stomach growls, Darragh finally notices me.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I have plenty of food at the house. I’ll make you something to eat when we get there.”
He exhales, hands splayed on the granite table in front of his lounge chair.
“I’m sorry for my outburst before. I’m wired.”
“You and me both.” I swallow down more water.
He stands, moving to sit beside me on the loveseat.
“May I?” He points to the seat next to me.
