Page 60 of An Irish Kiss
“Are you sure?It might be a little soon, but I’d be prepared to get down on bended knee if it means you don’t have to be telling a fib,” he teased.
“Come on.You’re obviously very tired and need to get some of that sleep Mrs.Mitchell obviously thought you needed.”
He shuddered.“I’m so glad I wasn’t here today to hear everyone’s condescension.”
“It was the best way to spend today.Thank you.”
“Thankyou.I couldn’t have done it without the best travel guide in Ireland.”
“Well, I’m happy to have obliged.”
“Speaking of obliging others…” His eyes held hers.“Do you think you might oblige a man with a good night kiss?”
Her eyes darkened.“I think I could be persuaded.”She tilted her face to his.
He leaned down then her phone started buzzing with a tune he vaguely recognised.“What’s that song?”
“It’s Runaway by The Corrs.That’s Aisling’s ringtone, which means she’ll probably be down here any second.”She sighed.“I’d better go.”
“Okay.”He had no wish to upset the sister.“We can save this for another time.”
She smiled.“I’m counting on it.”
So was he.
“Good night.”
“Sweet dreams.”
She blushed, and he could only hope that he might feature in some of those dreams.
He watched her depart and go up the stairs, figuring Aisling probably didn’t need to see them together, not if she didn’t want to get upset.
And while he didn’t want to let Aisling’s actions dictate his, he figured it showed a measure of respect for Rory’s family to not go out of his way to press buttons.
Which might prove difficult when he still needed to sort out how he was going to handle this situation with the Quinn family’s castle.
He glanced at his own phone, and saw some missed messages from his grandmother.Was it too late to call her and get some advice?He calculated the time difference.No, it should be morning there, the next day.
He returned to his room and placed the call.Then realised it would be better as a video call, so he switched to that.
“Hey Gran.”He waved.
“Aidan!Oh, it must be very late there.”
“Not even eleven,” he assured.“How are you?”
“Me?I’m well, much the same, anyway.But how are you?How is the castle?Have those people said anything yet?”
He exhaled.So much had been said.But where to begin… “I think it’s all tracking well.”Please Lord, give us a solution.“The Fairall family are pretty sure it’s theirs though.”
“The Fairalls?Don’t you mean the Griffins?”
“It’s the same.The last of the Griffins married a man named Fairall, and that’s who I’ve been dealing with.”
Dealing with one Fairall in particular, in a very particular way.
“Aidan?Why are you looking like that?”
