Page 118 of Sweet Harmony

“I get that,”she said. “But you know that you can tell me anything, right? I’mnot going to judge you for anything.”

“I know,” hesaid as guilt seeped into his belly. “I’ll try to be more open withyou.”

“Good. What didLisa say that upset you?”

He hesitatedand she gave him a gentle poke in the chest. “This is an excellenttime for you to work on being more open with me.”

He smiled alittle. “She wanted to get back together with me.”

“What?” Herlook of indignation was adorable. “She actually said that toyou?”

“Yes.”

“With me rightthere?”

“Yep.”

“I thought shewas so sweet,” Kira said, “and then she tried to steal my man rightout from under my nose. She’s lucky we’re not still at thatwedding. I’d punch her right in her gorgeous face.”

He laughed andshe wrinkled her nose at him. “I’ve got a cop brother. I know howto punch someone.”

“Fine, but whatdo you think Gideon would say if I called him and told him you weresitting in a jail cell in Willington for assault.”

“She would bethe type to press charges, wouldn’t she?” Kira said.

“If you messedup her face, yep.”

Kira sighed. “Ihate that she’s so beautiful.”

“She’s notnearly as beautiful as you.” He stroked his thumb across her bottomlip. “She’s dog food and you’re prime rib.”

She burst intolaughter. “Seriously? You’re comparing my looks to meat? Connor, Ilove you, but you have got to work on your compliments.”

He sucked in abreath. “You love me?”

Her faceflushed and she stared at her lap. He cupped the back of her neckand tugged her head up, staring intently at her. “Do you love me,Kira?”

“Yes,” shewhispered. “I do.”

His chesttightened and happiness flowed through him like a tsunami. “I loveyou too.”

Her smile litup the room and she mashed her mouth against his. He angled hismouth over hers, licking the seam of her lips until she opened hermouth and he could taste her sweetness with his tongue.

She pulledback, gasping a little, and tore at his tie. “Get naked, now.”

He grinned andshrugged out of his jacket. “Whatever you say, little Kira.”

* * *

“You wanna graba drink at the Beaver?” Gideon asked. “It’s still early.”

“Sure.” Connorpulled out his phone. “Just let me text Kira and let her know I’llbe a little while. I told her we were just going to themovies.”

He sent off aquick text to Kira as Gideon drove toward the pub. “How’s workgoing?”

Gideonshrugged. “Fine. Lots of domestic calls this weekend. How was thewedding? I haven’t really talked to Kira since you got back.”

“It was awedding,” Connor said. “My cousin was happy, so I guess that’s whatmatters.”

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