“I need to make a work call. Are you okay to stay here?”
“Sure, is everything okay?”
He sighs heavily. “No, but…it will be. I pay people to handle these things.”
I understand that since I get paid to fix things. “Okay.”
“I’ll be five minutes.”
A part of me wonders if maybe he’s calling a wife or something, but I do my best not to think about that. The last thing in the world I ever want to do is sleep with a married man. I’ve seen the realities of what infidelity can do to a person.
My mother was an absolute wreck when she learned the truth about my father and even though I didn’t love my ex, his betrayal hurt.
I…can’t be like him.
I refuse.
Even though I have no idea what Killian is doing, my mind starts to race, and I feel sick. What if he is married? I didn’t even ask.
I just went back to his house and fucked his brains out.
To be fair, if he was going to cheat, I’d think going to my place would’ve been the more logical thing, but sometimes, I’ve learned, men are not logical.
They often think with one body part.
He returns and I’m now mid panic attack. He stops as soon as he meets my eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I could lie. I mean, he wouldn’t know, but then this part of me, this ugly, dark part of my soul revolts and demands answers. “Are you married?”
He jerks back slightly. “No. I’ve never been married. Why do you think that?”
He said no and…at this point, the onus is on him, right?
“I just hate cheating, and I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking when we…hooked up. So, I thought I should probably ask, even though I should’ve done that before the hookup. Anyway, you said you had to make a work call and I didn’t know if that was code for wife.”
Killian is in front of me a moment later, taking my hands in his. “I’ve never been married. I was engaged once, to a woman I thought Ishouldmarry, and then she cheated on me. I don’t lie. I don’t cheat. I would never do that.” Then he gives me his phone. “Look at the call list—call the last number or ten if you need to. There’s no one. I’m single and it’s been a really fucking long time since I’ve been attached to anyone.”
I stare into his green eyes, looking for the tell of a lie. The shift of his gaze, the twitch in his jaw, anything, but there’s nothing. Either this guy is the best liar or he’s telling the truth. I place his phone back in his hands, not looking.
“I believe you.”
He kisses me. “Good.”
The kiss was unexpected but cute. Honestly, this entire day hasn’t gone like I expected so why I’d think me not being awkward after casual sex would be normal, I have no idea.
I get off the chair, my hand on his chest. “I’ll wash since you cooked.”
“What? No.”
“It’s the least I can do.” I push past him and go over to the sink.
My mother always had the rule that whoever cooked never had to clean. Once I learned how to make dinner, I really loved that rule since Reece always had to wash dishes.
I turn the faucet on and grab the sponge that rests on the counter. Before I can even get soap on the sponge, Killian is behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle.
I squeak and then he turns me.
We’re face-to-face, and I get lost in his eyes again as the colors deepen and almost shift. He moves his hand to my face, his thumb grazing my cheek. “I don’t want you to do the dishes.”
