Page 69 of Killian

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“Yeah, right. Let’s head back. I’m getting hungry.”

“Me too.”

“Okay.” He turned his horse, looked at her, then nudged the horse into a run, leaving her watching him disappear.

“Oh! You think I can’t ride like that, Agent Doyle? You are in for a surprise.” She nudged Sierra into a run, but she couldn’t catch up to Killian. That horse was flying, and he didn’t budge as he sat in the saddle. She’d been riding for a few years, but she knew she’d never be that good.

She rode into the barn to see him walking Mocha to cool him down. She narrowed her eyes at Killian but he just grinned.

Celine dismounted, then walked Sierra to cool her down too. As she headed toward Killian, she stepped in front of him, kissed his lips, then moved on.

“Thanks,” he said.

“You’re welcome. I like kissing you.”

“I like you kissing me too.”

She laughed as she headed toward the back barn doors. Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled as she watched him walking away. Those jeans sure hugged him in the right places.

Sunday afternoon, she drove home and hated leaving Killian, but she liked to relax at home the night before she had to work. As much as she’d love to stay with him all day, she didn’t like the idea of leaving later in the day and driving home.

When she arrived home, she parked her vehicle, got out, and entered the house. She sighed once she entered and removed her shoes. No matter how much they didn’t do this weekend, she was tired.

All she wanted to do was take a relaxing bath, put a T-shirt and her lounge pants on and do absolutely nothing the rest of the evening until it was time for bed. She did hate not sleeping withKillian, but she knew she’d see him the next weekend and they always messaged each other during the week. Sometimes he’d come into the shop just to see her.

As she was about to go upstairs, a knock sounded on her door. With a frown, she walked toward the door and figured it was a neighbor since she hadn’t heard a vehicle.

When she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat upon seeing Blaine standing on her porch.

“Surprised to see me?” he asked, a smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?” She placed her hand on the door, ready to shut it.

“I’ve been searching everywhere for you, Celine. Can I come in?”

“No. What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“We have nothing to say to each other. Not now. Not ever.” She went to close the door, but he blocked it with his foot.

“Please? I just want to talk to you.”

“There is nothing you can say that I want to hear.”

“Come on, Celine. I know what I did was wrong, but I want to make things right between us. I still love you.”

“You don’t treat someone you love like that,” she retorted.

“I said I was sorry. Please,” he pleaded.

She glanced across the street to see Mrs. Smith’s curtains moving and knew the elderly woman wasn’t missing a thing.

Celine sighed. “Only for a few minutes.” Sheopened the door, and he stepped inside.

“Thank you.” He looked around, then smiled at her. “This is a nice place. Can we sit?”

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