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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridget baked for everything; every overwhelming emotion, every bad day, good days. She grew up in a house that always had something being baked in the oven. If it weren’t for any of those reasons, she would bake just for the smell alone. It made her miss home a little less. And stealing Kyla and Lily reminded her of when she was small. When she was around their age, her mother used to make it fun for her, tossing flour or making faces with the fruit pieces. She never made it seem like work, and that was part of the reason Bridget loved getting her hands dirty like that. “I think they’d be more concerned about asking you a million questions then bothering with me,” Bee said, shaking her head. Those girls adored their big brother. If anything, they would be bombarding him with all sorts of questions and chatter and she would be left out of the way smirking at the whole situation caused by a brush of a hand or an intimate glance. But whenever they turned their pretty eyes on her, the professor would be ready for them. Kids for her were easy to handle; it was when they got older and thought they knew it all, that she had problems with. “I have plenty of other tricks up my sleeve,” she said, her voice low as she trailed feather light kisses down his jawline, nipping lightly at his bottom lip.

The blonde professor felt like with Dylan she could be herself, be playful, flirty, and sexy and he wouldn’t tease her about it excessively. He didn’t make her feel stupid for saying something that didn’t quite make sense, or backwards or anything like that. Sure, he teased her about it, but he never made her feel stupid because of it. It was part of the reason she liked spending time with the doctor. Smirking, Bridget pushed up to the tips of her toes and rested her forehead against Dylan’s. “Guilty as charged,” she said biting her lip. “What’s my punishment?” She didn’t care if that was ridiculously cheesy, nerdy or lame; she had been looking at Dylan a little differently for too long. But she’d never done anything about it feeling guilty. She always said if she stopped flirting, she was probably dead or unconscious so she’d never felt bad for her flirty remarks. But there was a difference between flirting and acting on those words; she wasn’t a cheater. And now there was nothing stopping her from doing anything at all that she wanted.

“She does have a way with words, doesn’t she?” Bridget said, shaking her head at her mother’s antics. She knew her mother was only looking out for her but she came very close to that line in the sand. Her mother wasn’t a scary person unless she was pissed off, but she was a daunting woman to be in a staring contest with. “You do realise they already think that, right? I’m sure you’ve met my mother, that short kind of perverted blonde woman downstairs? And despite the chuckling from my dad, he’s shaking like a leaf at the mere thought of his baby girl doing “anything like that” and wanting to toss me in a convent despite saying my whole like he wants grandbabies to spoil,” Bridget said laughing. The family dynamic wasn’t always so open but Vivie had made sure Bridget knew the ins and outs of every situation that could come up and her father, bless his poor heart, had tried to get through one of those talks during one of their camp nights and had barely made it two minutes in before he started getting choked up and stuttering. It had been the first time Bridget had ever seen her father a wreck like that. And it wasn’t like she and her parents talked about every little detail of things, there were boundaries that were very rarely crossed unless some subject needed to be broached. And even then, it was hardly embarrassing; Vivie left those moments for when people were around.

Bridget wanted to run upstairs and steal a few minutes away with Dylan again. But even though she’d said her parents wouldn’t be waiting on them, it would stop her father’s heart attack if they didn’t disappear for too long. At the top of the stairs, Bridget spun around and lightly pushed Dylan against the wall around the corner from any spying eyes that may have followed them for whatever reason. A nervous excited coursed through Bridget’s veins and her eyes darkened at the idea. “Have I mentioned how much I’m looking forward to this surprise?” She asked, running her fingers over the skin at the waist of his jeans. After indulging in a quick kiss, Bridget stepped back and ran her fingers through her hair. “I need to get out of these wet clothes and you probably want to wash off the desert drive.”

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[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

For the days when Dylan needed to unleash some bottled up emotions, he had power tools and an old piece of furniture that someone had forgotten to love. His balcony usually needed several going overs with a broom by the end of it when his arms were too jelly-like to continue, but it did the trick. Wearing himself out seemed to be a pretty decent option when it came to channelling pent up feelings into something productive. They weren’t always negative emotions either and if he hadn’t been missing his neighbour and keen to drive across the country to surprise her, he probably would’ve been turning some forgotten dresser into something new right now. “Nah, Georgina’s already got it into their heads that men are useless. This is why nineteen year olds shouldn’t drink and then chose those moments to hand down wisdom.”

[/color] Dylan rolled his eyes, but didn’t mean any real offence to the oldest of his younger sisters. She was just determined to steer Lily and Kyla away from the callous boys that they would be encountering soon enough and she wanted to do it by letting them know how to deal with the situation themselves. Georgina had watched her brothers force their way in to do the whole scare down session with her dates and she foolishly believed she could spare the younger girls from that. Dylan would be there in his crazy surgeon outfit and wielding too many surgical tools come the day Lily and Kyla began dating. “And I can’t wait to see them.”[/color] Dylan smirked, before leaning down to steal a sweet kiss.

For all the teasing and the jokes the two shared, Dylan could never bring himself to intentionally hurt or mock Bridget. She had meant too much to him, even before he realised his feelings longed for something more than just the friendship they had. He made promises never to lie to her, gave her his honest advice when she came to him and tried to chase the grey clouds away on those darker days. Dylan had never pushed her or crossed the line he knew he toed along more often than he should, and those were things that wouldn’t change even now. He wanted to make Bridget happy, keep her smiling and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. Smirking, his brushed his fingers down her back as he held her close. “Oh, I’m sure I can find you a suitable punishment.”[/color] He teased, wanting to laugh at how cheesy their conversation had turned. He loved it. He loved that he could be this cheesy and terrible with Bridget and then switch to something much more charming and subtle and it would still work just as well. It made their time together much more playful and silly, which Dylan needed sometimes.

Chuckling, Dylan nodded his head. “If it helps I have an aunt who would get along really well with her.”[/color] He could remember the ways of his Aunt Sharon enough to remember why the siblings often tried to be out with more important matters whenever she came to visit them in the city. She still flew in every two or three years to check on her nieces and nephews and the eldest three still tried to run or make sure their schedules were as full as possible. Going to Ireland, Dylan knew he’d have to call in to see her one afternoon, but he hoped she wouldn’t be too bad. A futile hope, possibly, but he still had to have it. “I thought the ‘short kind of perverted blonde woman’ was you?”[/color] He joked, feigning confusion for just a moment before laughing warmly. “And your dad can relax; I have too much respect for him to meet him and then ravish his daughter in the next second. Although let him never team up with my ma. She answers every phone call I make with “am I going to be a granny?” Woman has four other kids to harass, but apparently they don’t do the trick.”[/color] He shook his head and smirked. The day one of them did fulfil his ma’s wish for grandchildren was the day Dylan was convinced they’d find more teddy bears and baby onsies than they knew what to do with. In fact, he wouldn’t be all that surprised if the Irish woman already had a collection building up in one of the spare wardrobes in the house.

Before he gave Bridget a chance to get away completed, Dylan grabbed her hand and tugged her back to him. “I only have so much self-control, Bee.”[/color] he grinned, lifting her up for another kiss. He wasn’t going to take things any further right now, but he was a hot blooded male and Bridget was more than enough temptation when she wasn’t running her hands over him. Gently dropping her back to her feet and breathlessly breaking the kiss, Dylan smiled. “Now we can go and do those things, but if you want that surprise sooner rather than later, meet me in my room.”[/color] He grinned, stealing a light kiss before winking at her and moving to take that shower; something he probably ought to have done sooner to his arrival rather than several hours afterwards!
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

There were days that were so bad that even hours of baking did nothing to settle Bridget’s foul moods. Those days usually ended on Dylan’s sofa bitching about people in general and theorising why they were all giant asses. He always got her to laugh though, so even as sorry as she was for disturbing his nights, she couldn’t say she was sorry she felt better after an hour of his company. Bridget couldn’t help but laugh, imagining sweet little Lily and Kyla sitting down with Dylan’s other sister and listening to how terrible boys really were. “But they have you, and your brother and dad. Well, I can’t say much about the other two but they have a really good man to look up to and hope to achieve for themselves in you.” Of course, Bridget’s ideals on the rights of passage among siblings were far from the reality of it. But with Vivie as her mother, she had that aspect of a life with older siblings down. It was also the reason the only guys Bridget ever brought home were her partner in a class project! She’d made the mistake once with a high school boyfriend, she hadn’t planned on making it again; and hadn’t until Dylan.

Bridget wouldn’t deny that she had been flirting with Dylan since the moment he helped her down the hall with her boxes the day she moved in. He was gorgeous, smart and he could hold his own against her terrible sarcastic tongue. When she first moved to New York, Dylan was one of the first people she’d met. There had been too long when he’d been off limits, but that had never stopped her from flirting with him or curling up on his sofa with movies like they were already a couple. Friends did that, sure but friends didn’t routinely toe the line as much as they did every time they were together. It didn’t take a genius to see there was something there. Her mother over the phone knew something was up! Anyone seeing them grab a coffee at the Starbucks by the school, their building or the hospital would have thought they were a couple grabbing a quick coffee during a matching break. Chills ran down her back along the same path as Dylan’s fingers that had her arching her back. “Is that a promise?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “It’s going to take you a long time to make good on all these promises you’re making. A very long weekend at least.”

Bee sent Dylan a bland look, shaking her head. “As lovely as that is, I’ve always hoped she was the only one like her,” the blonde professor said teasing. She loved her mother and how ridiculous she could be but she wasn’t sure if any part of the world could handle more than one of her in any one place. “I had to learn it somewhere but you’ve got to admit, she’s a hell of a lot worse,” she said, smirking. All things considered, the mother daughter pair spent way too much time together. And they were too much alike for anything good to come of it. “Let’s try to keep them apart for as long as humanly possible then,” she said, shaking her head. At least her parents didn’t answer the phone with questions like that. No, they waited until she was standing in front of them and they have their fingers crossed that their daughter’s body has changed so dramatically from the last time they’d seen her. Bridget didn’t know how exactly she would react but she was pretty sure tears would be involved if she ever told her parents they were going to be able to add ‘grand’ to the beginning of that. Not for the happiness of the moment, but for the fact that Bridget could see her mother packing a bag and planning on staying with her baby girl through the entire pregnancy.

Bridget let out a surprised squeal being lifted up by Dylan. Automatically Bridget wrapped her limbs around Dylan even though she knew he wouldn’t drop her. “A hell of a lot more control than I do,” Bee whispered breathlessly when she could speak again. She wanted to run to her bedroom just so she wouldn’t be tempted to forget the dinner plans and lock herself in a room with the charming doctor but she didn’t, instead walking on nearly steady legs, forgetting to shut the door behind her. Bridget hadn’t actually planned on taking a dip in the pool but it had seemed like such a great idea when Dylan showed up that she couldn’t turn it away when the thought struck. Her shorts and bikini had been just fine, as it had been for the last few days. But she hated the feel of the chlorine so she jumped in her own shower for a new personal record, and after pulling things from her drawers; she pulled a dress from her closet and made her way over to Dylan’s room. She knocked on the spare bedroom’s door before letting herself in and actually hoping she caught Dylan out of the shower and fully dressed, just so she wouldn’t be even more tempted to throw plans out the window.

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[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

Dylan had to laugh at the thought of the role models in his youngest sisters’ lives. “If they take anything from Freddie it’ll be how to win a fight and their dad is probably too busy losing sleep over the fact that they’re only a few years away from boys and make up!”

[/color] Justin had seen Georgina through those years, but she had been able to play certain cards he couldn’t contend with, and that was when Dylan would step in to deal with her teenage tantrums. With Lily and Kyla things would be different and Justin would actually have to deal with the temporary mood swings and hatred like every other parent. “Please, if they come home with a guy like me I’ll be chasing him out of the city. They don’t need that in their lives.”[/color] He joked, shaking his head. They were his baby sisters, and even Georgina still got the overprotective treatment from Dylan and probably would until his hair was grey. “And may I just say that you have insulted me far too much to get back into my good books with just one compliment.”[/color] He added, grinning at Bridget as he grabbed at her sides mercilessly.

Dylan had seen the raised eyebrows at his friendship with Bridget, but he had never chased the matter. He knew they toed a very fine line more times than they really ought to, but so long as they didn’t cross it while it was wildly inappropriate, all was fine. Now, with nothing to stop them, Dylan saw all of this as making up for lost time, saying and doing the things that before would have only caused the wrong kind of trouble. “Oh trust me. We’ve got plenty of time coming up to make good on all of them.”[/color] He punctuated his final three words with little kisses on her neck, as a teaser of what could be to come. He also hinted slightly at the surprise, but he would be very impressed if she worked out the specific details from that small comment.

“They do say everyone has their doppelganger.”[/color] He teased with a playful smile. His family was a handful at the best of times when they didn’t have any gossip or news to fuel their questions. When someone had seen or heard something then escape was not an option until they had pried and prodded and found out everything they wanted to know. Growing up, Dylan had gotten used to it, but it was still hard to explain to other people and even tougher when they were targeted by the crazy Irish lot. “For now, maybe, but there’s still time for you to turn into her, Bee.”[/color] He said warningly, as though it was something they had to be prepared for, like it was the end of the world. “A couple more years and the Bridget we’ve come to know might in fact become Vivie 2.0.”[/color] The idea was funny to him and one he would probably laugh at and then tell Bridget that she was turning into her mother. He didn’t see it as such a bad thing and he was certain that despite the joking complaints the blonde professor made, she wouldn’t either. “Probably the best idea.”[/color] Dylan agreed with a sharp nod of his head. His ma was bad enough without anyone else encouraging her and she would be positively unbearable once he got back to New York and answered all of her questions about this trip.

Grinning, Dylan rested his forehead against Bridget’s for just a moment. “When it comes to you I’ve had practice.”[/color] He admitted in a husky whisper. There had been times in the past when Dylan had been forced to unnecessarily top up wine glasses or run to the kitchen for more snacks, just to put some space between them both before he crossed a line he couldn’t hop back over. The temptation had definitely been there before today, but Dylan had just been able to resist because of the circumstance and other people who were in their lives at the time.

He took a relatively quick shower once back in the bathroom, only pausing to consider if he needed a shave, but he quickly remembered that he had gotten rid of the light scruff that morning before hitting the road again. The need to rush vanished as he stepped out from the cascading flow and returned to where he had left his bag and the rest of his clothes. Taking his time, Dylan was only just pulling up his jeans when Bridget arrived in the room. Water still lingered on his shoulders and chest where he hadn’t quite gotten around to drying off completely and his hair was still wet and slicked back from his face in a style not that far off how he usually wore it. “Ah, so it’s surprise time now. I’d tell you to get in the bed, but I’m, uh, pretty certain we wouldn’t get out of it so quickly.”[/color] He flashed his cheeky grin and then crossed the room to fetch the surprise from the pillow he had hidden it under. His grin was still in place as he handed her the envelope, his eyes fixed on her expression when she saw what it was that had brought him out to Vegas in the first place.
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridget’s childhood had always been her own. She was a pretty spoilt child growing up all things considered. She got nearly everything she wanted but she had made the promise when she’d first asked that she would follow everything through. She spent a season playing soccer despite figuring out she wasn’t particularly good at it within a couple games. But she’d done all that because of how much she looked up to her parents. Even from a young age, Bridget saw how her parents adored each other and that was all she needed to see to know that eventually she wanted that for herself. She had only had the pair of crazy, insane but obviously in love as a guide of sorts, while Dylan’s baby sisters had more than their parents’ relationship to witness. “They’ll all be fine,” she said, biting back her laughter because she knew how bad those teenaged years could get. She was lucky that she hadn’t gone too off the handle but she had witnessed her friends pull complete one-eighties in the shorts years of high school. “If they ever bring anyone home like you, I guess I’ll just have to tie you up and keep you far away from that invitation home,” she said with a sigh, like it would be so much trouble to keep Dylan occupied in this far off what if scenario. Bridget saw the attack to her sides coming this time but still couldn’t get away and spent the entire time, squealing and trying to squirm away from his ticklish touch. “Please, stop,” she breathed through the laughter.

Bridget had never been one to cross boundaries unless she didn’t have a moral reason not to. Cheating was the only reason she hadn’t acted on her feelings sooner than now. Her moral compass may not have pointed exactly due north, but it wasn’t pointing south either. Now without the moral dilemmas, they had nothing stopping them and Bridget was quite enjoying this new arrangement of theirs. She had been imaging little things like this for a while so she was hardly going to complain! “Will we? Does that mean you’ve taken more than this week off work?” Bridget asked, leaning back just enough to look up at Dylan.

“I was hoping they broke the mould with her,” Bridget sighed, rolling her eyes. At least she relented on her never ending questions eventually. Bridget knew from experience that until Vivie got every bit of information she wanted, she didn’t stop completely, but she let you think she was done and then brought it up later when she figured enough time had passed. Bee had learned from a young age to come out with every little detail she could think of when talking to her mom about anything specifically so that wouldn’t happen because Vivie never chose a time that was private; there were usually people around. “Lock me in a closet and throw away the key,” the blonde professor said with a mock shudder. Of all the people she could eventually turn into, her mother wasn’t all that bad. “The best would be never, ever letting them meet, but I think that might be mission impossible at this point,” Bee said, rolling her eyes at her father’s antics. He was too much like a woman sometimes, waiting for the day his little girl walked down the aisle in a pretty white dress, told them they would be grandparents and the day he got to hold that sweet baby. Most of her friend’s fathers were purchasing shot guns and practising their best scary faces for the day their daughter’s brought boys home! Bridget shook her head, unable to form words with the way her heart was beating out of her chest. “Even with practice,” She said, laughing breathlessly.

Bridget was curious about this surprise that Dylan had brought along with him. It had her trying to guess what it could be. It obviously wasn’t anything big or he wouldn’t have driven his bike to Vegas so it had to be something small and easy to carry. But she couldn’t think of anything Dylan would feel he had to give her immediately and drive over twenty five hundred miles. “There’s a reason I’m staying by the door. Quick getaway,” she teased though she was hardly joking. If she moved further into the room, chances were her dress would meet the floor and breakfast would be served before they learned how to use a door again. Excitement and intrigue brightened Bridget’s eyes, accepting the envelope. She looked at the empty front before turning it over and lifting the small flap to pull free the surprise inside. Bee’s blue eyes were as wide as saucers as she took her first good look at her surprise. “Plane tickets?” Bridget asked confused, reading the tickets closer to see their destination. "You brought tickets to Ireland?" Bridget asked, her voice rising with the excitement of the idea. She threw her arms around Dylan’s neck and pushed herself up on the tips of her toes to kiss him deeply. “I love it, thank you,” she said against his lips. “When do we go?” She asked, reeling at the idea that Dylan would surprise her with such an incredible gift. She remembered asking Dylan to play tour guide but when she’d asked, so much went on that she thought perhaps he had forgotten and decided to bring it up again later, after things settled with Taylor.

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[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

For Dylan, the portion of his childhood before the gruelling battle with the brain tumour seemed like a dream. They had been treated often to new things and each of the children had run around with their school clubs and activities, but for Dylan, unfortunately, his childhood instantly took him back to the memories of being forced to grow up too quickly and having to deal with “grown up talk” from the doctors and the surgeons. He had plenty of good memories, but they just felt like a different lifetime to him and it was a hard feeling to explain to anyone else. There had always been the happy family dynamic, even when Dylan was sick and it was far from faked. His parents had been crazy about each other and his ma’s devastation when Sean had died had left Dylan more concerned for his mother than ever. When she nervously told him about dating Justin Dylan was just happy that she had found someone else to make her smile, even if he was a little defensive about someone falling into his father’s place. Shooting Bridget a look, Dylan shook his head. “You forget that I dragged Freddie and Georgina through their teenage years; ‘they’ll be fine’ doesn’t work as an excuse with me.”

[/color] He’d dragged himself through them, too, but he had his end goal of getting into the right college programme for neurosurgery. With that motivation he had been able to make it through relatively unscathed, which was probably a good thing considering he had to spend more time fixing the messes the other two made. “I’d still find them. I hunted down Georgina’s ex one time.”[/color] Dylan had only done it with good reason. He had spied the young man the previous evening with another girl and it had sparked his overprotective side, so he sleuthed a bit and then cornered the wannabe playboy to warn him away from his baby sister. “You set yourself up for this.”[/color] He grinned, tickling her for just a minute more before stopping and letting Bridget free.

Dylan would never do something to intentionally hurt anyone else, even if that person was a total stranger. He had been raised in a family where relationships were special and where his ma would probably have his head if she found out he had been physically involved in tearing a couple apart. He saw it as only asking for trouble and he could do without that and he didn’t want to be that guy. With no risk of that now, and having acted on the desires that had been nothing more than banished thoughts for far too long, Dylan was already cooking up all kinds of romantic little surprises for Bridget, ranging from cute deliveries to intimate date nights. He grinned down at her with a mischievous twinkle in his light eyes. “It might do.”[/color] He wouldn’t say too much until she had seen her surprise.

He could only laugh at Bridget’s comment. Dylan didn’t mind Vivie’s questions or sharing the light banter with the French woman. He was an open book for the most part and even the bits he struggled to talk about he would share if people asked. Dylan had nothing that he was ashamed of, but he also wasn’t one of those guys to go around and talk incessantly about himself. He didn’t really think there was anything overly interesting about himself and most of the time people only seemed curious about the career or the diving habits of the young neurosurgeon; not many people were all that familiar with the appeal of cave diving. Even then the topic moves on quickly enough. “And what if I wanted to refurbish the wardrobe? I couldn’t do that with you locked inside.”[/color] He said, acting as though it was something they seriously needed to consider. “Give my ma half the chance and she’ll be inviting them down for every holiday.”[/color] Clara was very big on families and wouldn’t shy away at inviting the Delaynee’s to every family gathering that came up. She wouldn’t care about how young Dylan’s relationship with Bridget might be or if there would even be room in the house for everyone to sit around the table. When Clara wanted something like that she usually went all out to get it, regardless of how much her children argued with her.

Laughing, Dylan only winked at the gorgeous blonde. He knew that he wouldn’t be much better than her if she came further into the room and played along with his joke. Bridget was already too difficult to resist and Dylan had been relieved for the short shower break so he could gather his wits about him. Their little confessions had been a surprise and since then it had been like they were trying to make up for every missed moment; something he thought would’ve been easier if her parents weren’t around and he wasn’t trying to make a good impression. He kept his eyes on her reaction as she finally got to handle the surprise that had brought him to Nevada in the first place. Grinning as he noticed her excitement, Dylan’s arms instinctively came around her waist as she kissed him. “You’re welcome.”[/color] He smiled, trying to resist the temptation to pull her back in for another kiss. “I booked the flights for the end of the week, before you were due back in New York, but we can change them if you need to.”[/color] He grinned, overwhelmingly happy now that she had her surprise and loved it. It had been exactly what he was hoping for when he had set out from New York on this little trip.
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t try,” Bridget said with a shrug knowing she couldn’t win this battle because she’d been an only child and hadn’t had to help another person through the trials and tribulations of high school life or have someone showing her the ins and outs of the world. Her own life in high school had been pretty good considering it was high school and no one walked out of those doors for the final time unscathed, even if they said they did. She wouldn’t have said she was popular, she just said she knew a lot of the people she went to school with; though that was mostly because she went to school with most of them her entire life. She hadn’t been by any means a mole person, just getting through those years without causing any trouble. She had joined the volleyball team all four years, she helped out with almost everything she could get her hands on just to keep herself busy those four years; plus since she had already known what she wanted to do in college, she needed the extra padding on her applications. “And I’m sure that boy had the life scared out of him. Tell me,” Bridget said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Did you ever think about doing that for me?” She asked, unable to help herself. She knew there were days when she’d gone to Dylan for comfort on a bad day because of an idiot cop and she wanted to know if any of those days had him wishing he could do something about it but holding himself back.

Bridget grinned, biting her lip. “It’s a shame we can’t spend that time locked away. Someone would end up knocking on the door and be annoying. Plus I told my mom I would go to the shop with her tomorrow,” Bee said on a sigh. People always thought Bridget was joking around when she spoke about her mother but then they met her and knew she hadn’t been kidding around. She was harmless but she did say some shocking things once in a while. “Build a new wardrobe,” she said deadpan, not willing to give up her hiding spot, even if this was some ridiculous never “going to happen” scenario. There were worse things than turning into her mother. “They’ll be taking turns and splitting up holidays then,” Bridget said, shaking her head. “Though it would probably be easier to pitch in on holiday costs and the pair of them hopping in a car and driving up and why am I talking as if I agree with any of this?” she asked, dropping her head to Dylan’s chest. If she was already talking as though this were a done deal, Bridget was definitely in trouble. Not that she was complaining but she would have to be pretty comfortable with the idea already if she was acting as if their families gathering together for holidays were acceptable already!

The English Lit professor couldn’t find it in her to care that she and Dylan were acting like hormonal teenagers while the parents were away. Only they were hardly teenagers anymore and her parents were just a floor away, no doubt trying to figure out when they could steal a week in New York. The confessions were as much of a surprise as Dylan’s arrival in her parent’s drive so how they were getting on was understandable; they were making up for all that time they’d been holding themselves in check. Of all the things Bridget could think of that Dylan would surprise her with, tickets to Ireland was pretty low on the list. Especially since she hadn’t thought Dylan had remembered their talks. She should have known of course, that he would remember that, he didn’t seem to forget anything. “I’m going to thank you about a hundred times still,” Bridget said. Unable to contain her excitement for the surprise trip, Bridget gave in and kissed Dylan again but stepped back quickly so she wouldn’t be even more tempted to stay there. “No, no, it’s perfect. Seriously, thank you. This has to be the best surprise ever.”

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