He pushed a hand through his dampened hair and nodded at me, looking pained.
“Wait!” Cassidy’s hand shot out and grabbed his arm as he turned to go. “You’re not gonna tell him, are you?”
He looked down on her with sad eyes. “Nay. If I did, he’d no’ come.”
She watched him leave with her mouth agape. “He would still come.” She sounded childlike.
“Cass—”
“No!” She pulled away when I tried to touch her and went to her bed, sitting down and pulling up her knees. “McKale’s wrong. It’s not like that. Ronan loves me.”
I curled my hands into tight fists. My sister could be pregnant with a baby that had no chance of survival. And I had a terrible feeling the only person Rock loved was Rock.
We waited in silence. She stayed in bed and zoned out while I paced. It felt like forever before the guys came. Rock’s hair looked particularly big this morning and he wore a good-humored expression.
“Wha’s the secret, then? Are we off on another grand adventure today, lasses?”
“Oh, it’s grand alright,” I said.
“Robyn, stop!” Cassidy jumped out of bed and went to Rock. He draped an arm over her shoulder and they gazed at one another.
“Sorry,” she said to him. “It’s just that…”
She looked down, not able to say it, and Rock absorbed the silence. He noted our serious faces, and lost the stupid grin on his own. His hand dropped from Cassidy’s shoulder. When he took a step away and her chin quivered, I trembled with anger.
“Och. Ye should have warned her,” McKale told him.
“It’s okay,” Cassidy said. “I’m not mad at you, Ronan.” She moved toward him, but he looked afraid.
“I thought ye knew it was possible,” he said, eyes darting toward the exit, which was blocked by both McKale and myself.
“Well, you thought wrong.” I worked hard to thaw the ice from my voice. “So, now’s the part where you comfort her and tell her you’ll be there for her.”
Cassidy sent me a furious look. Rock reached out with uncertainty and laid a hand on Cassidy’s shoulder. When she leaned on him and began to cry into his chest, he put his arms awkwardly around her.
“Och, shiteballs,” he said.
Cassidy laughed at his funny-sounding use of her word before her tears tapered off and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands.
“Will ye be tellin’ yer folks?” he asked, seeming terrified at the prospect.
“No way. If I told my mom she would tell my dad and he’d probably kill you.”
His expression of terror expanded, and Cass managed a small giggle. “I won’t tell them, but I’m not good at keeping secrets. Maybe I’ll tell Mom when we’re back home.”
Rock didn’t look reassured. He’d obviously had bad luck with fathers in the past. Imagine that.
“Everything is okay,” she told him. “It’ll be okay.”
Why was she comforting him? It was not okay.
“Aye, Cassie-lassie.” His smile was nervous, but she beamed back at him anyway. I was shocked. She hated being called Cassie. She once chased me and gave me a wedgie when I said it.
At least Rock seemed to be making an effort now, even though he appeared unaccustomed to doing so.
“Um, so, Robyn and McKale are having their binding ceremony in five days,” she told him.
“Truly?” He grinned, but not as wide as usual.
“Perhaps I’ll see if me father can make an exception and allow the Clour to attend,” McKale said.
“Aye, if ye can get the stubborn old man to agree, I’ll be there.”
“Right.” McKale cleared his throat. “Well, we should get ye out of here before anyone sees ya.”
Tension still filled the air when the boys got ready to leave. Cassidy kissed Rock, and he was out the door, out of sight, quicker than a pixie.
McKale looked at my sister who stood there rubbing her arms. “Cass, if ye’d like I can have one of the women folk speak with ye. There’s several in the village who can advise ye what to expect. They’ll be discreet.”
She swallowed and shook her head. My heart tightened at what she’d soon be going through.
“No thanks,” she whispered. “I’m gonna take a bath now.”
She left us, and I took McKale’s hand, leading him outside of the bungalow door.
“Thank you,” I told him.
He nodded. I didn’t let go of his hand. In fact I tightened my grip when he started to leave. “Wait, Kale.” My stomach turned as I thought about the previous night. “Nobody came to visit you last night, did they?” He didn’t have to ask whom I meant.
“Nay. Why? What’s the matter?”
“There was a pixie outside our room last night.”
His jaw tensed and he stared out into the trees. “When she comes again, I will speak with her, and surely she’ll see reason.”
I didn’t know about that. I loathed the idea of them speaking, but what more could we do? He bent and kissed my lips, too briefly. But he kept his face close to mine and I admired his light eyes.
“Five days until our binding.” He spoke in a husky whisper.
A thrill tore through me and I reached out to grip the doorframe. The way he said it sounded much more like a sexy promise than a mere statement. Anxious excitement pinged around inside me.