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“Ha! Awkward,” both Ryan and Nick said together. If ever there was a moment, I’d felt lost for words, it was at that moment.
“Dermot!” Roslin exclaimed and I felt my hand tighten on Daisy’s. I’d never felt so uncomfortable in any single situation before.
“Ha ha, I’m only fucking with you. That Irish guy from that Shameless movie, you know the one where he has a threesome and he looks like he’s going to pop a vein… I can never remember his name,” Dermot rambled on, clicking his fingers at Roslin to provide him with it.
“Michael Fassbender,” all five women at the table chimed in at once.
“Hm,” Dermot said, his beady eyes flitting to each of his daughters as I chuckled. “You two are too young to be watching that filth,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But yeah, him, that’s your mother’s hall pass. Anyway,” he said quickly. “How the hell did the conversation end up here?” he asked, looking like he wondered how he’d shot himself in the foot with his joke. I laughed openly at how his smart ass move about me had backfired.
As if on cue, the wait staff interrupted, cleared our plates from the table and came back with clean ones. Next, they served us with thick, succulent, sliced turkey, pigs in blankets, vegetables and roasted potatoes before leaving extra vegetable dishes at the center of our table.
Tucking in, it wasn’t long before Ryan began to ask Belle questions and although there was general chatter among the rest of them, my ear was acutely attuned to their conversation.
“There’s a great club I go to with my friends when I’m home from university. It’s called Mother. We could probably do that in between Christmas and New Year if you want,” she replied, innocently. “I’ll talk to Poppy. We could invite a few of our friends too, if you don’t mind. It’s better to go in a crowd. We’ll get a better table and sometimes they let you use the VIP section,” she replied.
“… If Daisy loves you, I’m more than happy with that,” Dermot’s voice interjected, pulling me back to the conversation I was meant to have been listening to. I smiled and nodded, having caught the gist of what I’d missed, I felt grateful he wasn’t going to try and give me a hard time because of my fame.
My girl smiled first at her dad and then at me, leaned in and placed her head on my shoulder. It was a bold move in front of her parents, but I figured she must have felt relieved with her parents’ approval.
Chapter 10
After an excellent lunch, Dermot ordered the boys shots of Bushmills, his favorite single malt Irish whiskey. As the drinks began to flow, I noted we’d split into two separate little groups. Ryan and Nick with Belle and Poppy and the rest of us on two separate seating areas.
I told myself they were young and not interested in what the girls’ parents had to say, but inside I’d figured if I knew my nephews at all, it had been a far more strategic split than it may have appeared.
When Dermot excused himself and made for the restroom, Roslin raked around in her purse and pulled out a pen.
“Daisy, I know he’s your boyfriend, but I can’t resist doing this. Jamie would you please autograph my left breast before Daisy’s Da comes back?”
I almost choked on the breath I’d been taking and glanced slowly toward Daisy, my eyes wide and completely stuck for how to respond to her mother’s request. Signing parts of female anatomy was nothing new to me. I’d been asked to do this more times than I could remember, but I’d never been in the awkward position of being asked by my girlfriend’s hot mother to do it.
“It's okay Jamie, go ahead, I’m used to her doing this. Just this once though, ma,” she warned. “Honestly, she’s asked every rock star she’s ever met to do this,” Daisy remarked sounding exasperated.
“She has?” I asked, distracted for a moment when I wondered how many rock stars she’d met in the past, still trying to find an excuse not to comply. I stared in disbelief toward Daisy, that she’d reacted so calmly to the thought of me scribbling my name on an intimate part of her mother’s body.
“I… this is…” I smiled, nervously. I glanced toward my sister for help, but her open mouth told me she was as dumbfounded as me by the request.
Daisy burst out laughing and I figured my face must have been a mixture of fear and confusion. “No Jamie, of course she hasn’t. You’d have to get up pretty early in the morning to find fresher bull shite than those lies,” she replied, giggling uncontrollably, and rolling onto her side on the sofa beside me, helpless with laughter.
Roslin burst out laughing, threw her head back and slapped her thigh. Her reaction cracked up Catrina and I chuckled, even though I’d been the butt of their jokes.
“I see now where you get your twisted sense of humor from,” I told my girl, pulling her up from her lying position and ruffling her hair.
“I can’t believe you almost fell for that and my da’s wedding suit story,” she said, laughing.
“Well, your dad sounded so convincing or maybe it's because marrying you some day is something I take seriously,” I replied, which made Daisy stop laughing and look adoringly into my eyes.
When I refused to break our connection, she was the one who looked away, unnerved by my admission, when my words sank in.
“Interesting,” she replied, keeping her thoughts on that to herself with an air of mystery and turned to watch her dad coming back from the restroom. “My turn,” she said, jumping to her feet. “I need to pee.”
My hungry eyes followed her perfect, pert ass in that sinful second skin dress, all the way across the room until she was out of site. An involuntary sigh left my mouth, and I cleared my throat remembering I was still sitting in the company of my sister, and more importantly, my girl’s parents.
“Hurt her and I’ll kill you,” Dermot said, deadpan.
“No doubt,” I replied, equally serious. “It has never been my intention to. In case it isn’t obvious to you both, I’m all in with your girl.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Catrina chimed in.
