“I’m pretty sure you can attest to that being true.”
My cheeks heat and I look away because I sure can. “Anyway…”
“I own it, so really, I’m the only one who reaps the benefits of this waterfall, which is why when we were together, it was as good as it was.”
“I see, you were storing up your powers and I was the lucky woman who got to release them?”
“Lucky, huh?”
I roll my eyes. “Poor choice in words. I guess I should say, one of the many women.”
I don’t want to even think about how many women he’s used this asinine story on.
He takes a step closer. “I haven’t been with a woman in a while, Tessa. There’s never been anyone to tempt me to want more, not until you. So, lucky is the right word.”
A flutter in my stomach feels as though it could take flight. I gaze up into his green eyes. “You were lucky then too.”
“I know full well I was.”
“Right, and…you know…so the falls,” I stumble through my words as I shift.
The sex. The kiss. The almost moments. The stupid butterflies and nights I dream of him are a mistake. I have to resist him because come what may, in a week or two, I’m going back to New York and he’s staying here.
We are client and publicist. This is literally the definition of bad publicity.
If Aarabelle—or even worse, Brynlee—found out that this is what I was doing, I’d be fired. Hell, I should fire myself at this rate. I’ve broken several rules in my contract and I can’t even claim I didn’t know anymore because I let him kiss me in the kitchen.
So, no, I won’t do anything else to jeopardize my career.
Killian returns his gaze to the water. “The falls are part of what I love about this land. Everything around it is exactly like it’s meant to be, and when I use this part of the farm, I want it to be for something truly special. Something that has meaning, you know? I don’t want to just have this be another pasture.”
I smile. “I do. You’ll find that something.”
“I think I will.” My chest grows tight as he stares at me before smiling and stepping back. “Come on, let’s head back. We should probably dig into the piles.”
I place my hand in his and let him lead me away, praying we find something so I can leave before I become enchanted with this place.
Our ride yesterday was amazing, but we lost a day of work which means today, I’m paying for it. I woke up early, got dressed, and thought I’d get a jump on things. After I spent three hours going through the documents, I decided I needed a break from it all. I need to stop having breakfast with Killian, where he cooks and I tell myself that I feel nothing for him. It’s a lie. There’s nothing professional about any of this.
If this were any other client, I wouldn’t be staying with them, eating meals, dreaming of them, and also having slept with him, wishing for it again.
So, I came into town for breakfast. There were a bunch of adorable shops and I want to explore.
Or—escape.
Either term is applicable.
I pass the antique store and shudder—no need to go in there—and keep walking down Main Street. There’s an ice creamstore, a pizzeria, the bar is over on the other side, none of those are good breakfast options.
Finally, I stop outside a cute little store called Prose & Perk that has a coffee cup on the logo. That’s promising. Maybe they have breakfast items.
“One second!” I hear someone yell from the back as I enter.
It’s really cute. There are three big bookcases that have a bunch of books, the tables and chairs are all mismatched in an old-world type of style. My favorite part is that the walls are papered in the old pages of books, overlapping.
I instantly love it here.
“Can I help you?” A sweet voice calls to me.
