“We’re going to order in and then go out to the barn.”
“The barn?” I ask, not really sure that’s a good idea.
“I want to show you a few of the foals.”
When we did a tour of the place yesterday, it was more about where things were and overall layout. I saw a few horses because it’s pretty much impossible not to, but I didn’t get to see any babies.
“I would really love that.”
He smiles. “Pizza or Chinese food?”
Oh, that’s a hard one. Still, I don’t know that I trust small-town pizza. “Weren’t you the one who warned me about Italian food here?”
Killian laughs. “I did. So, Chinese food it is. Why don’t you go change and I’ll call it in.”
I write down my order for him and then come up to my room.
This has truly been such a strange few days, but I actually have a little hope that we’re on to something. With us finding something abnormal, it almost feels like maybe we’ll get some answers.
I grab my jeans and change into a T-shirt—I didn’t really pack a lot of options, so I have to make do—and head downstairs. Killian is sitting on the couch, reading something on his phone and wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses.
Okay, why do the glasses just make him look hotter than usual?
I inwardly groan and put aside my thoughts of his sexiness as I enter the room.
“Hey,” he says when he looks up to see me.
“Hi.”
“Food should be here in about five to ten minutes. Do you want to watch something?” Killian asks as he lifts the remote.
I shake my head. “No, I’m good. Thank you though.”
He smiles and puts it down. “Not big into TV?”
“Oh, I love watching ridiculous reality shows, but it’s what I do on the weekends when I have hours to just put it on.”
He chuckles. “I can’t sit still that long. I tried to watch a series once and after two episodes I had to go outside and work.”
“I can lie on the couch on a Saturday for twelve hours and not even notice.” It’s not my finest quality, but it’s really sometimes what I need. To zone out, forget the world, and watch mindless television. “All week long I focus so much, I have to be one hundred percent tuned into work, so when I get the chance to just…veg…I do it big.”
“Do you like being a publicist?”
“I do. I mean, I love parts of it. I think my work is meaningful, especially when I can help others. I don’t hate it,” I answer in the most vague answer I can give.
While I do love the company I work for, it’s not my end game. My dream is to help people in a different way, more giving them the tools to avoid needing help fixing issues. It’s not something I’ll be able to afford to do, but…being a publicist isn’t something I went into life dreaming of.
Killian pulls his glasses off, tossing them on the coffee table. He shifts, facing me more directly. “I don’t hate a lot of things, but that doesn’t mean I like them. What did you dream of doing?”
I smile softly, trying to think how to answer this where I don’t sound like an idiot since this is my job. “When I was little, I was never a girl who knew what she wanted, you know? I didn’t have this dream of growing up and being something. I just wanted to make a difference, and then I thought I was going to be atherapist. I wanted to help people, really help people at their core.”
“So what stopped you?” Killian asks as he drapes his arm across the back of the couch.
I pull my lip between my teeth as I let the weight of the question settle. There are so many things that contributed to it, but really, there’s just one big one. “My father.”
“Your father?”
“Yeah. It’s complicated and honestly, it’s not a fun story.”
