Entwined by E.C. Land (best ebook pdf reader android txt) 📗

so much younger than myself, I’ll have to rely on figuring out the maturity of my bride when I speak with her.

Let’s hope she’s nothing like her sister. I definitely don’t need or want the headache she could cause me if that’s the case.

Chapter Four

Alison

I can’t believe the past two weeks, since coming home, have flown by the way they did. A lot of that time was spent with my da. The two of us together. He’d taken me with him when he’d go into town, if I wanted to go shopping or do something else, he’d placed one of his men on me while I did so during the times he’d had meetings and such.

Also, I learned that he’d been seeing a woman, and he’d wanted to introduce her to Bridget and me. I found her nice enough, though she’ll never be my mamma, I can at least be happy for my da. He’s far from over the hill and has focused so much time on work and his children that he deserves this.

With him only being in his late forties and this woman her name being Abigail also around the same age as him . . . There’s so much in my head when it comes to the whole thing, I’m confused. I did find out that Abigail knew my mother and that my mamma was her friend. My da confirmed this and explained a few things about their past to me.

Abigail even informed me to never worry about her trying to step into my mamma’s place as that is something she’d never do. She respected my mamma too much for such a thing. Abigail also stated that though she cares deeply for my da and that they are in a somewhat relationship, they would never wed. This being because her heart belonged to her departed husband as Da’s belongs to my mamma.

After hearing this from her, I knew I could like her and want her for my da.

Now, as I get ready for my impending dinner with my family, I’m nervous as can be. Da invited Abigail at my request since she is going to be a part of his life she should be here as well. Especially to meet Bridget. I only hope mo dheirfiúr mhór doesn’t lose her head and cause any conflict as she’s known to do.

As for me being nervous, yeah, that has to do with the fact I’m finding out who I’m marrying. Da did tell me a little bit about the man. Evidently, I’d met him briefly at my sister’s wedding and that he’d been in the wedding party and walked next to me down the aisle.

The moment he’d said this, I knew it was Mitch he’d arranged for me to marry.

Though I’d never spoken a word to him, nor did he speak to me. I knew this could go one of two ways. One, he could marry me and go on about his business being who he is and leave me alone thinking I’m nothing more than a child in a woman’s body. Or he could find I’m far more mature and smarter, well in some ways, than other women my age.

Sitting in the sunroom with my highlander romance book in hand, I try to focus on the words, but my nerves are a mess. Tomorrow is the wedding and I’m not sure what to think. There’s a chance anything could happen like it did at my sister’s. I knew they’d yet to find the man who stabbed my brother-in-law after overhearing my da speaking with Dean about this issue over the phone. He’d not seen me standing near the cracked door as he spoke of the ordeal.

“Alison, they’re pulling into the drive now,” Da says, interrupting my thoughts.

Blinking, I clear my mind and nod. Here goes nothing.

I put the book down on my seat in the window and follow my father out into the foyer. We’re having an early dinner tonight so that my da, sister, and I can have a movie night like we used to. This will also give my sister and me a chance to spend time together before I’m to marry this man.

Walking the short distance to stand at my da’s side, he wraps an arm around my shoulders reassuringly to which I’m grateful for. This man is my rock and I need him at this moment, even if he’s the one who set this marriage up for me. And the reason he’s done this is because of the world we live in. Unlike Bridget, I accept I’d be with whoever my father put me with. Though I will admit to being scared of who it might be.

But, Da loves mo dheirfiúr mhór and I more than anything, so he would never give me to someone he didn’t trust.

The front door opens and first, I see Dean step inside with my sister right behind him, holding her little boy in her arms. Behind them are three other men, two I remember from the last time they were here.

“Da,” Bridget says, excitement filling her voice, handing her son to her husband as he chuckles.

“Ah, iníon mo ghaoil,” Da says, releasing me to embrace my sister. As I said, he loves us both.

“I’ve missed you something terrible,” she murmurs, meeting my gaze and reaching out to pull me in for a group hug. “I’ve also missed you as well, deirfiúr bheag.”

“I missed you too, Bridget,” I whisper, not wanting the additional people in the room to hear me.

Pulling away, I turn at the sound of my nephew babbling. “Alison, I’d like to introduce you to your nephew, Uilliam,” Bridget announces while grasping my hand to drag me over to where Dean is standing close holding his son.

Looking at my nephew, I’m in awe of how adorable he is with his bright eyes and dirty blond hair. He’s the perfect mix of both Bridget and Dean. I don’t try to hold my arms out for the little