~ Madeline ~
“And to think I thought I’d find you sewing descent. You almost sound home sick Erin.” Aisling’s lyrical voice said as she appeared in the doorway a smile lingering on her lips as she assessed Erin who’d turned to glare at Aisling, watching the elegant red head move into the room and take a seat with me at the bar.
“Hardly.” Was Erin’s haunty response making Aisling laugh lightly. She was dressed more casually for her in black slacks, cute black heeled boots that reached to mid calf and a fitted sleeveless blouse in a deep green that picked up the color of her eyes. Her hair was down today and satin strait falling to her hips in a slick sheet of molten red, looking like locks of fire licking up her back.
“Mmm of course, how foolish of me to assume.” Aisling conceded easil
