Page 98 of Freeing Emily
Rhys had decided it was best to leave them be and we drove the rest of the way to the mansion. When they’re ready, we’ll have someone pick them up and bring them inside.
Emily swings the door open and steps onto the porch. She scans the driveway. Bringing her eyes to mine, she arches a brow.
“Where are Paige and Declan?” she asks.
A moment later, Sarah’s car pulls up next to the SUV.
She steps out and Rhys walks over to where she stands.
“Are Declan and Paige supposed to be sitting in a field during a rainstorm?” Rhys kisses her lips and then drapes an arm over her shoulder, facing us.
I squint from the rain landing on my face and eyelashes.
“Aye. They are havin’ a moment. Leave them be.”
“Is everything okay?” Emily asks, stepping down the stairs. I meet her halfway and pull her into my arms.
Ingrid stomps onto the porch and flays her arms outward in annoyance. She starts to curse us in Irish before shouting in English for Sarah to understand.
“I had Niall prepare dinner in the dining room to avoid being in the rain, but you lot decided to say the Hell with it and stand outside anyway.”
I peer down at Emily who smiles up at me. Raindrops land on her face causing her eyes to flutter.
“Dance with me?” I whisper, releasing her and holding out my hand.
“Now?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“Aye,” I answer, dipping my chin.
She places her palm in mine, and I twirl her around. Her head tips back and she lets out a laugh that could thaw even the coldest heart.
From my peripheral, Sarah and Rhys are dancing and laughing as well.
Ingrid mutters angrily under her breath but when I meet her eyes, they’re soft and warm. She shakes her head and smiles before going inside.
Clothes sticking to our bodies, hair drenched in rainwater, we walk into the mansion and make our way to the dining room. Ingrid stands with her hands on her hips and a scowl.
“And who do you reckon is going to clean that mess?” she asks, gesturing to the trail of puddles behind us.
The front door slams shut, and we all turn our heads to see Declan and Paige walk into the dining room.
Her make-up streams down her face leaving a stream of black, but her eyes are clear, and she seems at peace.
Looking down, he chuckles at the pooling of rainwater at his feet and then down the hallway to the foyer.
“We’ll clean it up, Ingrid. Don’t worry about it.” Paige says, placing her hand against Declan’s chest.
She raises a skeptical brow at Paige.
“Promise,” Paige says tracing anxover her heart, giving Ingrid a big toothy grin.
Ingrid huffs before leaving the dining room and walking down the hall.
The six of us exchange glances before bursting out in laughter.
After dinner, everyone separates to change into dry clothes. Liam and I are in my –our– closet, changing after a warm shower. He sits on my bed as I dress in a gray oversized tee and a pair of black sweatpants. I pile my hair in a messy bun on top of my head.
Liam’s eyes leisurely travel down my body and he smirks when he spots the blush that has spread over my neck and face.