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By tomorrow, I’m going to know everything there is to know about her teacher. More than he even knows about himself.

CHAPTER 40

FIONN

Slinging a duffle over my shoulder,I head for the door. Amara is holding Fia in her arms.

“Bye, Daddy. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more, princess.” I clasp the back of her head and kiss her on both cheeks, my damn heart ready to explode.

I’m seriously having second thoughts about leaving for this damn meeting with the investors. I’d rather be here.

I cup Amara’s cheek and kiss her, groaning when her tongue twirls with mine. My forehead meets hers, and I inhale her floral scent, needing to get lost in it again like I did earlier this morning.

“I shouldn’t be gone more than a day. I’ll have the meeting with the investors tonight, then fly back tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She coughs, clearing her throat.

“Are you sick?” Inspecting her intensely, I start to lower the duffle to the floor. “I can tell Tynan we need to reschedule.”

“Fionn.” She laughs. “It’s just a scratch in my throat. That happens, you know. You don’t have to cancel plans for that, especially for work.”

“You don’t understand, do you?” I clasp her jaw and kiss her hard. “You and Fia are most important to me. Everything else doesn’t matter. Not even work.”

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “I know that.”

“Glad we settled that.” I smirk.

As soon as I met Amara all those years back, I knew there was never going to be anyone else for me, and nothing has changed since. And with each passing day, I find it harder not to tell her that I may just be falling in love with her all over again.

Once there’s a break during the meeting, I call the girls to check on them, but Amara doesn’t answer. I try her again, wondering where she is. It’s only around dinnertime; they wouldn’t be asleep yet.

When she doesn’t answer the third time, I call Roy.

“Sir.”

“Is everything okay with Amara? She hasn’t answered my calls.”

“She’s been upstairs, sir. Louise is with her. Should I get her on the phone?”

Why would Louise be with her? Something isn’t sitting well.

“Get Louise on the phone.”

“Of course.”

A few seconds later, her voice comes on the line. “Hi, sir.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

She blows a breath.

I fucking knew it.

“She didn’t want me to tell you, but now I’m starting to worry.”

My pulse quickens.

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