Before Mac could respond, another loud knock sounded on the door before it swung open.
“Mac!” Two children exploded into the room, a boy and a girl. Neither paid any attention to me as they headed straight for my father with concerning enthusiasm.
“Don’t jump on Uncle Mac,” Thane warned as he followed them into the room.
Thankfully, his booming voice stopped the kids in their tracks at the foot of Mac’s bed.
“Och, they’re fine.” Mac leaned forward, gesturing to them. “Come see me. Up and up.”
“Okay, but be careful.” Arrochar burst through the door, running to catch up with the two kids I assumed were Thane’s as they scrambled onto the bed. “Not near Uncle Mac’s stomach.” Arrochar reached to pull the girl back.
“She’s fine, Arro,” Mac chastised softly.
Arrochar glared at him. “I’ll decide.”
He chuckled, giving her a soft look before turning to the little girl. By the size of her chubby limbs, the cherubic face, huge blue eyes, and the mass of dark curls, she was probably only four or five years old.
The boy who kneeled at his sister’s back also had a mass of thick curls, but he looked a little older. Perhaps six or seven.
As if he’d felt my stare, he turned and looked at me. Curiosity brightened his blue eyes. “Who are you?”
The little girl who giggled as my father tickled her went to fall into Mac as she turned to see who her brother was talking to. I lunged to stop her, but Arrochar beat me to it, pulling her off the bed and into her arms.
“I want Mac!” she cried, outraged.
Mac caught her foot in his hand and gave it a little wiggle. “Right here, Bonny Blue.”
“Robyn.”
I turned to Thane and found him watching me almost as closely as his son was. “Hey.”
He gave me a small smile, and I realized for the first time what a good-looking son of a bitch he was. While I’d seen plenty of Lachlan and Brodan because they were famous, I’d only seen a photo of Thane, Arran, and Arrochar Adair before coming here.
The brothers all shared the same coloring. While Brodan had more classical features than his brothers, they all had dark blond hair, blue eyes, and something boyishly wicked in their eyes that was undeniably attractive. Lachlan and Arran, despite the age difference, from what I could tell from photos, looked the most alike. Thane’s eyes were slightly grayer than Lachlan’s, his hair a bit longer, and he had a thick beard that was darker than his hair. While Lachlan had a short beard, it was neatly trimmed. Everything about him was put together, as if he were ready to be photographed by the paparazzi at any moment.
Thane had a very appealing unkemptness to his appearance, like he was too busy living his life to care what he looked like. I knew he was younger than Lachlan by two years, but he actually looked a little older. It might have been the attractive lines at the corners of his eyes, or it might have just been the air of responsibility that hung around him.
Maybe it was a single-dad thing.
Whatever it was, it looked good on him.
He raised an eyebrow at me, and I realized I was staring. “You all right?”
“Yeah. How are you?”
Thane sighed heavily. “Fine. The kids have been asking to see Mac all week.” He turned to his son who sat at the foot of the bed, watching me closely. “Lewis, Eilidh, this is Mac’s daughter Robyn.” He looked at me again. “Robyn, these are my children, Lewis and Eilidh.” He pronounced his daughter’s name A-Lay.
“Nice to meet you,” I said to the kids, unsure how to interact with them, to be honest.
“Mac’s daughter?” Lewis frowned. His attention turned to Mac. “How can you have a daughter the same age as you?”
There was a choked, awkward silence.
Which I broke with a wince. “Well, that hurt.”
Mac, Arrochar, and Thane burst out laughing. Through her chuckles, Arrochar allowed Eilidh back onto the bed beside Mac and said to me, “Oh, pay no attention, Robyn. You know kids have no concept of age. Everyone over the age of eighteen is ancient to them.”
I nodded, but my ego was somewhat bruised. I half laughed, half grimaced at Thane who gave me an amused but apologetic look. “Do I really look his age?”
“Oi, watch it,” Mac threw at me with a twinkle in his eyes before he turned to speak softly with Eilidh.
Something painful pierced my chest at the sight of their heads bent together.
“Of course not,” Thane assured.
But I didn’t care anymore.
I watched Mac with Eilidh and then Lewis who’d clambered up to his other side. They asked quiet questions about his injuries, and Mac made up a story about how he’d annoyed a wee fairy and she’d exacted her revenge. As he wove a whimsical story for them, it reminded me of the stories he’d told me.
How he’d come to see me every Saturday, and we’d spend the whole day together. How he’d spin the most magical fairy tales. How, as we both got older, I was allowed to stay entire weekends with him. How every second of those weekends, I had all his attention.
And for the first time in years, I allowed myself to remember how much I’d loved him, to the depths of my soul.
As much as I’d loved my mom, there was no one in the world like my dad.
Then one day … one day, he just wasn’t there anymore.
He’d broken my heart in two.
Here he was now. As close to the Adairs as if they were family. These kids called him Uncle Mac. They knew him in ways I no longer did. They loved him and were clearly adored by him.
At once, it was like the air had been sucked from the room. My face prickled, and the room swayed. I needed air. I needed gone from here. Moving swiftly, I brushed past Thane and hurried out, vaguely aware of Mac
