“I know. I am too.” He pulled the truck to a stop, opened the door, and stepped out.
Celine opened her door and stepped out as he came around to her. She looked at him and he cupped her face in his hands, then kissed herlips.
“Relax.”
“I’m trying.”
“Bring the girl in, son.”
“Yes, sir.” Killian grinned and took her hand and lightly squeezed it. “I’m right here.”
“Okay.” Celine took a deep breath and let Killian lead her toward the porch. She couldn’t help but smile when Killian’s father grinned at her.
Killian led her up the steps, let go of her hand, and hugged his father.
“Dad, this is Celine Nelson. Celine, my father, Connor Doyle.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Doyle,” Celine said as she put her hand out to him. He was a tall, handsome man. An older version of Killian.
“No need to call me Mr. Doyle. Call me Connor,” he said with a slight Irish brogue as he pulled her into a hug, making her laugh.
“Killian.” A woman came onto the porch, and Celine had no doubt it was his mother. She had red hair streaked with gray and her green eyes sparkled as she put her arms around her son.
“Mom.” Killian hugged her, then introduced Celine.
“You’re a very pretty woman,” Aileen said.
“Thank you. As are you,” Celine said, sincerely.
“Of course, she is. Our son has great taste just like I do. Let’s go inside.” Connor led them into the house.
“Your house is beautiful,” Celine said.
“Thank you. Are you hungry?” Aileen asked her.
“I am.” Celine smiled.
“It’s been a while since lunch,” Killian said.
“I’m going to grill some hamburgers. Is that alright?” Connor asked them.
“That’s fine. Where are my dogs?”
“Out back. They’ll be happy to see you.”
“What about Kian? Has he been by?”
“Yes. He’ll be here for dinner. I’ll get the grill started.”
Killian touched Celine’s hand. “I’m going to go out with my dad. Will you be alright?”
“Of course.”
He quickly kissed her lips, then disappeared out the back door. Celine looked at his mother to see her smiling.
“Would you like to see the house?”
“Oh, I would. If you don’t mind.”