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“You're head over heels, aren’t you?” Dare pipes up.
“Shut up, both of you.” But somehow, I can’t stop smiling.
Chapter Fifty-Three
CILLIAN
On the wayto the airfield to take Liam’s private jet, Dare sits in the front seat, and I’m overjoyed that I get to sit in the back with Isla.
I put a hand high up on her thigh.
She’s wearing these loose shorts she got from the department store to be comfy, and I could slide my fingers right up them.
It’s a long drive, after all.
“Where are we even going?” Isla asks, grumpy because she had to get up before daylight.
My night owl baby.
I squeeze her thigh. “It’s a surprise, but it’s a long flight, so you can get some sleep.”
“It’s a long drive too,” Dare mutters.
He’s grumpy for a different reason–it's not time for his pain meds yet, and he’s hurting. Though I’m in pain too, my pain is more manageable. I just have to not laugh and not make sudden movements, and I can go without the strong pain medication Sam gave us. I’ll just stick to the antibiotics and some Tylenol, thank you.
That being said, Liam's a bear about the schedule, and for good reason. We’ve seen too many of our clansmen get addicted to that shit.
Isla leans forward and puts her hand on Dare’s shoulder. “Are you in pain?”
“Do bears shit in the woods?” he snaps, and when her face falls, instant regret spreads across his features. “I’m sorry,a ghrá. It just hurts.”
“It'll get better," she says gently.
“Sure, it will.” I smile at her. “We could play cards on the flight, keep your mind off it. You’ve got a terrible poker face, though, Dare.”
Dare chuckles, softening.
Liam slides him his medication, just a few moments early, and Dare sighs, swallowing them dry.
I’m excited about surprising both Isla and Dare. “We’ll see the sights first thing. We can visit museums and?—”
I realize that Isla’s staring at me with wide, hazel eyes.
I frown. “What?”
She blinks. “I just think this is the most you’ve ever talked to me.”
“It’s the most he’s ever talked in his life,” Liam says, tone bemused.
I shrug. “Maybe strong and silent isn’t the only way to be.”
I slide my hand further up her thigh, wetting my lips.
“Cill, what are you doing?” Isla asks, but she spreads her thighs instinctively.
“Just thought I’d make the drive more interesting,mo chuisle.”
I walk my fingers under her shorts, sliding the loose fabric aside, and then I’m trailing my fingers through her wet heat.
