Page 55 of Bound Lies

“I do. But I hate Sean O’Keefe more.”

“Lovely. So, I’m just the lesser of two evils?”

“Exactly.”

“You’re an asshole.”

I shrug. “I’ve been called worse.”

I turn to leave, but her voice stops me in my tracks.

“Kieran.”

“What?” I glance over my shoulder.

“Last night…” Her voice falters, and I notice that familiar blush on her cheeks. “It didn’t mean anything, just so we’re clear.”

I force myself to meet her eyes. “Crystal.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

She nods once, and I quickly walk away before she can see whatever the hell is written across my face.

Because the truth is that kiss meant something to both of us, and I can’t afford to hang around to find out what.

Chapter Thirteen

RILEY

The wheels of the plane hit the tarmac with a jolt, and I sneak a glance at Kieran from the corner of my eye.

We’re in Vegas, the so-called city of love and sin, but judging by the brooding man beside me, you would think we were flying in for a funeral.

His jaw is tight, and his arms are folded over his chest as if he’s trying to put up a physical barrier between the two of us.

We’ve barely exchanged ten words since we left New York, and considering we’re meant to be a couple that is so madly in love that we’re eloping, he needs to work on his goddamn acting.

“Try not to look like you’re being dragged to your own execution,” I mutter under my breath as we taxi down the runway.

He doesn’t even offer me a reply.

This is going to be a great weekend.

We catch a cab straight to the Strip.

Kieran is on his phone for most of the ride, so I take the opportunity to look out the window and admire the neon chaos of Vegas as we head toward our hotel.

I’ve never been here before, and I never expected my first trip would be with Kieran Sullivan, of all people, but I intend on making the most of it.

My stomach flutters with a mixture of excitement and nerves as we eventually arrive at the hotel, which looks more like a palace with its marble floors, gold accents, and enormous chandeliers dangling from the ceiling.

“Trying to impress me, Sullivan?” I ask as we walk across the foyer.

Kieran doesn’t look up from his phone, which irritates me.

I should be glad that I’m not having to engage in conversation with him, and yet, I can’t seem to forget how much I enjoyed talking with him over dinner the other night.