Yes, she answered herself firmly.When the alternative was sitting around wondering what his next move would be, it was better to be part of the team that brought him to justice.
“He won’t forgive us for tonight,” she remarked as they drove on.A shudder ran through her at the thought of the ambassador out there somewhere, plotting his revenge.
“I’ll find a way to make you forget,” Conor said with a quick, half-smiling glance.
“How?”
“By taking you home to Ireland.As soon as we receive confirmation that we’ve done everything we can here, I’ll fly you over.You’ll be safe.My security is even higher on the farm than it is here in London.”
“Because of your ponies,” she guessed.
“Correct.And now you,” Conor reassured her.
He could melt her bones with a look, but even Conor couldn’t make her forget who they were up against.The word home had gone some way to reassure her.She’d noticed he was using the word home a lot more now.
Home meant different things to different people.It was a big deal for Karolina.At one time a place called home had only existed in her imagination, where it represented safety, love and belonging.What did home mean to Conor, a man who had always put his own needs second to everyone else?
