I’m talking about the ranch, that we haven’t heard anything from Liam after we informed him about the rumors, and the plans regarding the rodeo.
I haven’t felt uncomfortable about what Killian and I were doing—until now.
When I’m looking at my bosses and Aarabelle, feeling as though they can see it in my eyes, I hate myself a little.
“Well, whatever you’re doing with him, keep it up. He’s happy, even though we don’t see how all the pieces fit together yet. I’m glad things are going so well there.”
God, I want to crawl under my desk right now. “Thank you, Brynlee.”
“What about the new rebranding launch with Penelope?” she asks, and thankfully we’re able to spend the next twenty minutes not even saying Killian’s name as I go into detail about Penelope’s new launch.
It really was a success.
We rebranded the website and created a new social media campaign that went better than I hoped. Penelope and the owner, Nicole, are happy and want to have me stay on as their publicist.
My first client that I signed due to my hard work.
At least I can feel good about the work I’m doing with her.
“How much longer do you think you’ll need to stay in Ember Falls?” Aarabelle asks.
“I’m not sure. Right now, both of the clients are here, so it’s been good to be physically close. I’m working with Kill—Mr. Thorn on the rodeo we’re hosting next week, so I’d like to at least see that through,” I explain.
Brynlee nods. “I agree. I want you to stay as long as you can. Killian Thorn’s other company is my number one account and while we’re doing this as an extension of that contract, I want him happy. Okay, that’s all I have. I want to get off this call before my husband realizes I am not in bed and really working. Anything else you guys have for me?”
I laugh and so does Aarabelle. “Not on my end.”
“Me neither,” Aarabelle says.
“Call if you need anything and keep up the good work.”
We hang up, and I sit here for a second.
My heart and head are fighting about the entire situation.
Killian doesn’t ever treat me as though I work for him. He’s so damn sweet, and we laugh a lot. All of our time together we’re able to keep our emotions and work separate in a way that doesn’t make it feel wrong.
When we’re in his office, we’re very hands off. We go through whatever issues we have and then formulate a plan. In the kitchen and the bedroom—well, that’s a different story.
I sigh, running my hands through my hair, when there’s a knock on the door.
I turn to see him standing there, shirt off, sweat casting a gleam over his absolutely stunning body.
Remember that war I was having—I picked a side.
The one that has him removing those basketball shorts and seeing if I can make him sweat in other ways.
“Enjoying the view?” he teases.
“Very much.”
Killian chuckles. “I like my scenery as well.”
I’m wearing a button up shirt but no pants. I didn’t need to be fully dressed for the video call, and now I’m seeing other benefits.
I stand, looking down at my outfit and smirk. “You do, huh?”
“I do.”
