Cathal opened his mouth to reply, but the surprise of the question made him lost for words. Did he want to kiss Marcie? She was touching him and he enjoyed her company and she was (without a doubt) a gorgeous woman. But from the first moment he'd met her he'd known two things:
1. She was Marco's daughter, and Marco was his friend. 2. She'd had a boyfriend who had very recently died.
Both of those facts meant that Cathal, even if he had momentarily considered any sort of 'moves', had quickly squashed them, and that any times he'd thought Marcie might be flirting before now, he had corrected himself that he was seeing things that weren't there.
But... well, maybe he hadn't been imagining things.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" Cathal asked, because - fuck - what if he still had the wrong end of this. What if Marcie was actually accusing him of acting horned up? Her turned his hand to run his fingers across hers though.