Chapter Fifteen
Finn
“You’re not invitingany family to the wedding?”
I frowned at Aoife. “I don’t have any family save for the O'Donnellys, and they’re trouble enough, trust me.”
Her chin jerked up as she pondered that, then she shrugged. “Okay.”
“Your dad can’t come, can he?”
She shook her head. “No. But . . . he does want to meet you.”
I cocked a brow at that. She’d never mentioned her dad or their meeting, and because I knew there was no secret there, I hadn’t pried. It wasn’t in my nature to want to know where she was, who she was seeing, what she was doing, twenty-four seven.
I was possessive and cautious about her safety. I wasn’t an overbearing asshole.
If she didn’t want to tell me something, I could handle it.
“He does?” I reached for the coffee cake she’d plated up for me a moment ago—I swear, I could live in this kitchen for the rest of my life. Trouble was, they’d have to roll me out of here. “I figured he’d want to keep things on the down-low.”
“He does, but I told him I trusted you with his identity.”
She’d never had a choice in the matter . . .
For that reason, I asked, “Do you?”
Her back was to me because she was at the stove, but she turned her head to look at me. “Of course. I figure you’d have told Aidan before now, and he’d have contacted Alan and made his demands if that had been your intention all along.”
True.
Did that mean she did trust me? Had faith in me?
Fuck. That mattered so much to me.
“What’s his deal then?”
She licked her lips. “He said that he’d tell me his schedule. He wants to meet at a party. You know? Keep things quiet and easy.”
I thought about that, figured it made sense. “I’m not exactly the kind of guy who attends charity galas, but to meet him, we can go. Before or after the wedding?”
“When schedules allow, I guess.”
“You told him when we were getting hitched?”
“I texted him and he called me back immediately. He about bust a gut,” she said on a laugh, then she shrugged. “Tough.”
Billy had told me that Jenny and she had argued while they were visiting the bakery yesterday. Aoife hadn’t mentioned that, either.
“What did Jenny say about the date?”
Another shrug. “That it was too fast, but I told her you make me happy.”
“That true?” I was like a broken record, but I wanted to, no,neededto know.
Her smile was warm. “Oh yes, that’s true.”
My throat felt thick as I smiled back at her. Then I forked up some cake, and she went back to humming as she stirred the pot that contained our dinner.