Page 40 of Ring Of Truth


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Darragh picks up his phone from a wireless charging pad. Making strained faces, he reads his messages.

“What time is Sophie’s party?” I ask.

Darragh’s gaze shoots to mine. “Why?”

“May I?” I move to the refrigerator.

He nods.

“Those cupcakes should sit out for a while, so they’re not ice cold.” I see a tray of vanilla and pink frosted cupcakes and take them out. “She brings her own sweets to parties?”

“I don’t trust anyone to tell me the food has no nuts.” Darragh puts down his phone. “Except her school. It costs me a fortune, but they know about her allergy. I vetted them, so did Eoghan. She’s safe there.”

He looks down and curses under his breath.

“What?”

“I have to hire a new nanny.” He pinches his eyebrows. “Today or tomorrow.”

“I can—”

“No,” he snaps, shutting me down.

I’m deflated that he doesn’t trust me. Doesn’t see that with every passing minute, the real me returns.

Only, the real me is a spoiled Bratva princess. Who’s carrying a little prince.

I need to grow up. Fast.

“You’re doing so much for me, Darragh.”

The kettle whistles a high-pitched squeal. Without saying anything else, Darragh pours my tea.

The lemon ginger aroma calls out to me, forms a lump in my throat, that something so goddamn normal chokes me up. I take a sip, even though it’s boiling hot.

“Then what am I supposed to do around here?” I blow on the tea and suck on my burnt lip.

“Rest up to have the baby.” Darragh swigs his tea, pushing past the scorching sips.

“Darragh, you’re a doctor.” I put down the mug. “I assume you know pregnant women aren’t completely helpless.”

I realize he may be projecting Sophie’s mother. How he gave her freedom, and she took off.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I shut him down.

“And perhaps I’m working on pure adrenaline, but I feel one hundred times better. Let me help you with Sophie.”

“I said no.” He pushes past me with his mug, the scent of him drowning out the lemon ginger.

That… Want that.

“I said…no.” Darragh repeats to Sophie when she asks if I’m coming to her party. “Ana’s not feeling well. She needs to rest.”

Sophie looks adorable in a pink dress, white tights, and black patent-leather buckled shoes. Her hair smells like strawberries, and Darragh made an impressive high ponytail.

He looks handsome and polished with that single dad romance novel vibe, wearing a pair of black trousers and a gray sweater with a white dress shirt underneath.

Christ, all the single mothers at the party are going to lose their minds.

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