Page 75 of Sinful King

He hummed, the first smile since he arrived tilting his lips just a little.

“I see,” he mused. “It all makes sense now.”

My grandda wasn’t around physically but he was always in the loop.

“You knew too, huh?” I asked, pulling Blair until her back touched my chest. “They’ve been plotting on her for a while behind my back.”

She twisted and looked up at me, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”

I glanced at my grandda over her head.

“We have somewhere to be. You should get settled and we’ll discuss more about what Blair needs from you later. That cool with you?”

He nodded and I opened the door, tugged Blair with me and waved for my da and uncle to go in. I could feel her eyes on me as I led us from inside the estate, stopping to get our coats, and to my truck.

“No Lorcan or Liam?” she asked after I helped her into the front seat and opened the door to the driver’s side a couple seconds later.

I shook my head, leveled my foot with the break and hit the push-to-start.

“I can’t date my wife properly with so many eyes on us.”

Finnegan having a Valentine’s day wedding meant being there for him but showing up for Blair, too.

She liked the cutesy shit that came with the day—flowers, especially.

“Oh,” she mumbled, turning to look out the window. “I thought maybe you forgot what today was.”

It’d been written all over her face this morning, the expectation of years before.

“Have I ever forgotten?” I asked, reaching for her hand. “Maybe I wanted to try something new this year. I can’t keep doing boyfriend shit, right?”

Her fingers tightened around mine and I knew I hooked her.

“What did you mean by they’ve been plotting this entire time?” she asked, turning toward me in her seat.

“My da and uncle…” I cut my eyes at her briefly. “They put their bid in for you to be my second.”

She laughed, not taking me seriously at first.

Not until I didn’t return the sentiment.

“Wait… Really?”

I nodded.

“They see you how I’ve always seen you, Amoy.”

She smiled.

“And how’s that, Oisin?”

“Brilliant,” I said without pause, bringing her hand to my mouth. “Multifaceted. Grounded. Observant. An asset in every sense of the word. My fucking wife.”

They weren’t wrong about her.

She was everything they thought she was and more.

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