Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Cian pulled out his phone and did something that I couldn’t see as each of his sisters gave me a hug and said goodbye.
Sean wasn’t having any of it, so I told him goodbye from a distance. He wasn’t happy that Cian was leaving, and he made that known. Loudly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Cian said, giving the boy a kiss. “Be good for Mam.”
The air had cooled considerably in the couple of hours we’d been there, and I shivered as Cian and I walked outside.
“Told you it would be fine,” he said smugly as he opened my car door.
“Yeah, yeah.” It had gone even better than I’d expected. Considering the fact that Cian’s family had just gone through something extremely traumatic and lost a member because of it, I’d imagined a much more somber mood than the one we’d walked into. Aoife’s eyes had been shadowed, and she’d clearly lost weight, but they’d all been in pretty good spirits. Maybe it was for Sean. The toddler had to be really confused already, making sure that he felt safe and loved had to be their top priority.
We headed back to my place, and I vaguely noticed someone on a Harley passing us just down the road from Ashley’s house, but I wasn’t really paying attention.
“I love your aunt’s house,” I said, rubbing my hands together before tucking them under my thighs. “I bet you had fun when you were little with so much room to roam.”
“Not until I was fourteen,” Cian replied. “We’d never been out here before then.”
“Ah, darn. Past the pirate stage, then,” I joked. “Unless you were a late bloomer.”
“She bought me axes to throw,” Cian said, grinning. “Every tree within fifty yards of the house has some kind of scar.”
“Of course she did.” I laughed, imagining it.
“When I buy it, I’m gonna put in a big shop,” he said thoughtfully. “Not right away, but eventually. And that tree out back, the big oak? Perfect for a treehouse for Seanie.”
“You want to buy it?” I asked in surprise. It was the first I’d heard about it.
“Already have the papers,” he replied easily. “But now that the girls and Seanie are there, it’ll have to wait. That place is crowded enough already.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, wide-eyed.
“Aunt Ashley came to me a few months ago, askin’ if I wanted to buy it,” he clarified. “Actually shoulda moved in last weekend.”
“And I’m just hearing about it now?” I stared at him in disbelief.
“Are you pissed?” He glanced at me, his brows pulled together in confusion.
“You were just going to buy the property and move without telling me?”
“I’m sure you woulda figured it out.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
“You were buying a house and moving and you didn’t say a word to me about it.”
“It wasn’t a secret. Titus knew. Bas knew. Brody knew. Hell, everyone knew. They were gonna help me move.”
I sunk back into the seat and stared uncomprehendingly out the windshield. We hadn’t been together when he’d made the plans. To be fair, they wouldn’t have affected me at all.
But I’d thought we were best friends before. He knew everything about me. He would’ve been the first one I told if I was selling my house or my car or even my couch. I wasn’t even angry about it. I was stunned.
“Myla, what’s up?” Cian asked. “It’s not like you wouldn’t have found out. I wasn’t movin’ to the moon.”
“You didn’t tell me,” I replied woodenly.
“Didn’t think I needed your permission,” he replied, frustration lacing his voice. “Next time I decide to buy a house, I’ll run it by you first.”
“Don’t be a dick.”
“You’ve got your panties in a twist because I was gonna buy my aunt’s house—which I won’t be doin’ until God knows when, by the way, since it’s full of people now and I’d have to sleep in the fuckin’ yard.”
“I don’t care if you buy a house,” I argued. “Buy five! I just can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
“Again,” he ground out. “Didn’t know I needed to run it past you.”
“You’re deliberately being obtuse.”
“You’re deliberately bein’ a pain in my ass for no reason,” he shot back as he turned into my driveway. “Jesus Christ.”
“How would you feel if I put my house on the market and just never said anything to you about it?” I asked, unbuckling my seat belt. “And then months later, I’m like oh yeah. That happened. Didn’t think I needed to run it past you.”
Cian stared at me blankly.
“Right,” I snapped, throwing open my door.
“Myla, you’re losin’ your shit for no reason,” he called as he followed me toward the house.
“I’m not losing my shit,” I countered.
“You’re pissed I didn’t ask your permission about buyin’ a house that I haven’t even bought yet.”
“That’s not what I’m pissed about,” I argued, letting myself into the house. “And if you were listening to the words that are coming out of my mouth, you would know that.”