Page 115 of Twist of Fate
“Yeah? Think you could grant me one of mine?”
My heartbeat quickens. “What’s that?”
“Your phone number.”
THIRTY-ONE
Aisling
PRESENT
“Finn?”
His head pops up from where he’s been seated at the kitchen island for the last five minutes, his face buried in his phone. This isn’t an abnormal sight for my CEO boyfriend. What is abnormal is how he keeps looking up at me with this nervous expression.
“Yeah?” His eyes are a little too deer caught in the headlights. As if he can somehow hear my thoughts, his face instantly rearranges itself, and he smiles. “Did you say something, Ash?”
I give him a blank stare and tilt my head. “What’s going on, babe?”
His brow quirks as he takes a long sip of coffee, which has been sitting in front of him for at least an hour. He grimaces and quickly sets it down on the kitchen counter. “Nothing’s up. Why do you ask?”
My blank stare morphs into something that resembles that emoji with a straight line for a mouth. Yeah, I’m not having this. He’s been like this for days. Twitchy and weird, and at first, I thought maybe he was just overworked. It’s been a busy month, and sometimes, I feel guilty over everything he juggles on a daily basis.
After I moved into the building, I thought there was a chance he was working all those late hours to avoid me.
He wasn’t.
That man is like a sexy Energizer Bunny. He just keeps going and going. With his sixty-hour work week, a full-time girlfriend, and the site visits he insists on accompanying me to, I’m amazed he hasn’t keeled over by now.
“You’re acting super weird,” I inform him. I suddenly freeze. “Oh god, you want to break up with me, do you?”
“What the fuck?” He hops off his stool to close the distance between us. His hand comes to rest on my hip. “No, mo chroí.” He exhales in defeat. “Christ. Okay, I’ll admit it. I’ve been acting a bit peculiar.”
“Understatement of the year,” I mutter. “I walked into your office last night, and you slammed your laptop down so quickly that you almost severed a few of your fingers in the process.”
“That would have been a tragedy indeed.” He flashes an impish grin as those same fingers begin to travel south.
I press my palm against his chest. “Oh no, buddy. There will be no distractions until you explain why you’ve been acting like a man with something to hide.”
“Okay, you’re right. It’s probably better if I tell you now, rather than waiting until I originally planned. In hindsight, this isn’t something I should spring on you at the last minute. Just in case I completely messed up the whole thing and you?—”
“Finn?”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“What’s going on?”
“Right, yeah.” Why does he look so nervous? I’ve never seen him so…squirrely before. God, is he sweating? “I’ve planned a sort of a surprise this weekend.”
“Thisweekend? It’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, I—” He grips the back of his neck. “I packed a bag for you while you were showering last night.”
“I’m gonna need to inspect that before we go,” I say as a side note, making him laugh. “Where are we going?”
“Ennistymon.”
“What now?”
