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He gave her a ride, and I liked it. I offered it to him.
Enough of that sentimental bullshit.
I have to get a good read on him.
I take my time studying his expression. Try to dig some sort of emotion from the carefully constructed wall he wears so well.
He tilts his head. Other than that, he gives me nothing.
Whatever goes on behind that dark gaze is a secret. One I’ll have to work hard to unravel.
Gotta love a challenge.
“They left here breathing.” I perch my ass on the table. A sinister smirk forms on my lips, my fingers rubbing my knife’s handle. “The job is done. They couldn’t refuse the solution I offered.”
“I see.” He looks around me at the crimson blotches on the table. “We need Lauren’s team here.”
“We do.”
My smirk falters. I wish Amara would accept me the way Killian does. I think she will. But the stupid doubts stemming from the stupid feeling eat me the fuck up.
A veil descends over Killian’s gaze. If possible, he just turned more unreadable. More guarded.
He won’t open up about last night. About what it meant to him. To us.
The room reeks of secrets. Of toxicity. Of desires that have been repressed for far too long.
This game we’re playing just got a whole lot more interesting. Because sometimes, pushing means staying silent and watching the madness unfold.
And it does. Ever the sly and elegant, Killian reaches back to shut the door to the conference room.
He takes a step forward, then two.
He doesn’t come any closer, though.
I don’t move forward. Despite the sexual energy crackling in the air, I won’t act on it.
Without Amara here, it’s like we’re missing a limb.
I’d rather have my dick cut off and fed to the hungry wolves outside these doors than cheat on her. Killian and I won’t be touching each other when her pretty face and sassy energy aren’t here.
However, we need to talk.
“How’s Amara?” I kill two birds with one stone. First, it’s a reminder that she’ll always be a part of me. Second, I’m directing our conversation to yesterday.
A nuclear bomb goes off behind Killian’s eyes. He understands damn well the double meaning.
Or is that something happened to Amara? She looked fine last night. Slept peacefully this morning. Then again, she could’ve woken up differently. She could’ve felt the full weight of what went down in her apartment.
While I wasn’t there.
While I was here, playing games.
Dammit.
I push off the table, determined to storm past Killian and go to her. To yank her into my arms, steal her away, and let Opal handle the shop today.
I’d hug the trauma out of her. Fuck the trauma out of her.
