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“That’s for sure, but I can’t wait for it.”

“Maybe Killian will show up.”

“That would be nice. I’d love to talk to him.”

“Yeah, unless you chicken out,” Brenna joked.

“I hate to admit it, but you’re probably right.”

“Just remember, he’s just a man, Celine. Talk to him, get to know him. If you like him, let him know. If not, move on.”

“I’ll do that. I’ll let you go. I’m going to lay on the sofa and watch movies. I’ll talk to you soon. Love you,” Celine said, then hung up.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and found a movie to watch. All the while promising herself she would talk to Killian if he was at the party.

Chapter Two

Killian leaned against the wall watching the crowd. The bar was packed with people to celebrate Connie and Owen’s forty-fifth wedding anniversary. It looked like everyone from Clifton, Spring City, and Hartland was here.

He wouldn’t be a bit surprised. They were loved by everyone. He chuckled when he saw Owen spinning Connie around the dance floor as the band played.

Killian was happy he moved here, especially since meeting Celine.

His eyes glanced around the room, looking for her. Then he saw her. That damn blue blouse she wore showed a hint of cleavage making his mouth water. Damn, he wanted her.

As he continued to stare at her, he saw her laughing with Olivia Stone, then she looked around the room. Her eyes passed by him, then came back, and she stared at him with a smile on her lips. He raised his glass to her, nodded his head, and she did the same. When a slow song started, he pushed off the wall to ask her to dance but a man he didn’t know talked to her, and then led her to the dance floor.

“Shit,” he swore as he stared at the man. Who the hell was he?

“Hey, Killian,” Creed said from beside him. Killian hadn’t even notice Creed walking toward him.

“Creed. Good crowd, huh?”

“Yeah. Everyone loves those two. It was nice of Scarlett and Noah to have it here. Who are you pissed at?”

Killian glanced at him, then back to Celine. “I’m not pissed.”

Creed chuckled. “It sure looked like it. You were looking at someone, then you looked mad.” Creed shrugged.

“Fuck off, McBride.”

Creed burst out laughing. “Did some man ask a woman to dance before you had a chance?”

Killian leaned back against the wall. “It doesn’t matter.”

Creed folded his arms. “Who?”

“I said it doesn’t matter.”

“Man, you must have it bad.”

Killian sighed. “Celine Nelson.”

Creed’s eyebrows shot up. “She’s stunning.”

“Hey, I’ll tell Abbie.” He grinned when Creed laughed.

“She knows I love her. I’m sure she looks at men, but I know she loves me.”

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