“I love it here. It’s…well, it’s a lot of work and stress, but it’s important to me.”
“My boss always reminds me that if we love what we do, we do it well. From what it sounds like, you love it even with the stress, so it’s worth it and I bet you’re great.”
He clears his throat. “I try to be.”
“Then, I’m sure you are.”
Killian reaches his hand up to my face, brushing the corner of my mouth. “You had some yogurt.” I run my tongue along my lips, and he nearly growls. “I think you might be trying to kill me.”
I smile. “I promise, I’m not.” My phone buzzes, and Brynlee’s text comes through with the address and a phone number for Mr. Thorn. “But I do have to go.”
“Now?”
“Like an hour ago.” I laugh softly. “Thank-you for breakfast and dinner last night and…you know, the sex.”
He smiles. “You’re welcome and thank-you.” Killian pauses and then brushes his thumb across my lips. “Can I see you again?”
My heart races because it’s what I hoped for and also didn’t. I’m pretty sure this is not a good idea, but at the same time, I’m not staying here. My job, my life, and everything I’m working for are all in New York so…what’s the harm?
“Yeah, I’d like that.” I get to my feet, pushing my hair behind my shoulder. My phone buzzes again.
BRYNLEE
Thanks for handling this, Tessa. I got an email from Mr. Thorn that said he’ll be ready in fifteen.
Shit. Now I can’t go home and change.
“Dinner?”
“Dinner sounds great.”
He stands and kisses me softly. “I’ll see you tonight. Let’s meet at the bar at seven?”
I have no idea where I’m going and how long I’ll be out, but I nod. “That sounds like a plan. I really have to go—my client is waiting.”
“Of course. I have someone on their way here to work on the ranch so I should get dressed.”
“Okay, but tonight at seven?”
He grins widely. “Yes, and this time, pack a bag.”
I smile and put the address of the location I need to head to and press “find route”.
The voice on the GPS cuts through the room. “You have arrived at your location.”
I look up and he looks down at the phone.
No, this can’t be.
I…he…us…no.
Killian takes the phone, looking at the address, and then his eyes come back to mine. There is a look of horror that must mirror my own because I realize that I slept with our client.
five
Killian
Ikeep looking at the phone, waiting for this to be a joke.
