“At least go inside. She gets lonely too, you know.” “Then stay.” His deep voice made my lungs feel smaller. As if he was asking me to stay with him—with them both—and I gritted my teeth around the heat that barrelled through me. I hadn’t seen Orla since the early hours of this morning. Leaving her again was already killing me. Add in the weight of Locke’s sexy-as-fuck disapproval and I was a royal mess.
