Chapter Forty-three
Iam so fucked.
Chapter Forty-four
Ismooth the hands down the front of my black dress, my hair pulled up in a tight bun and the heels on my feet pinch. The cast on my arm looks out of place with the outfit and I know Daphne will make a comment about appearances though not sure what she wants me to do about a literal broken arm.
My driver will be here in less than five minutes.
I haven’t quite decided about how I feel going to a funeral for a man I don’t remember. It’s clear we knew each other but how far did that go beyond the video? I mean it was only recorded a couple months ago so I highly doubt we formed a solid friendship after that. I don’t know, it’s giving me a gross kind of feeling.
A knock on my door stops my thoughts so I grab my purse and head for it, expecting to see my driver waiting but find Killian instead. I’d told him about the funeral after I’d woken up on his lap and found him asleep too. It hadn’t been for long; he woke shortly after I did and practically jumped to the other side of the room before he demanded to know the details of the funeral and then left. I hadn’t seen him since.
Until now.
“What are you doing here?”
My body warms as his eyes drop down me in a way I’ve never seen him look at me before. It’s heated. Appreciative.
“The funeral,” He cocks a brow.
“I am aware of where I am going but why are you here?”
“Because I am coming with you,” He tells me, matter of fact, “Let’s go.”
“Wait,” I chase after him as he starts to walk to his car. The black SUV of my driver pulls up to the sidewalk just as I catch up to him.
Mark, my usual driver steps out and frowns, “Miss Levine?”
“Just a minute, Mark,” I tell him.
“No need,” Killian glances his way, “She’s riding with me.”
What in the actual fuck is going on?
“Wait!” I call out.
Killian flicks his eyes to me and quirks a brow, practically begging me to fight him. “Why?” Is all I ask.
“Because I can,” He replies and opens the passenger door.
“Miss Levine?” Mark goes to step closer, but I shake my head.
“It’s fine,” I tell him, “I’m sorry you came out all this way.”
Mark doesn’t seem convinced and glances warily at Killian, “I’ll follow, Miss Levine.”
Killian chuckles softly but remains silent otherwise, waiting for me to get into the car.
“Okay,” I give Mark a smile and climb into the Audi, the door vibrating as Killian slams it shut. I follow him as he rounds the hood and then gets in behind the wheel, the engine roaring to life a moment later.
The SUV follows us as we pull away from the sidewalk and I turn to face Killian who drives the Audi with one hand and rests the other on top of his thigh, fingers curled into his palm. “What are you doing, Killian?” I ask him softly. This is beyond my brother asking him to look after me. This doesn’t seem like that. My brother is absolutely overbearing but this much?
And why Killian?
“Attending a funeral,” He states.
“I need answers.” I snap at him.
