Page 95 of Sweet Harmony

When she didn’treply, weariness and disappointment sunk deep into his bones. Kirawas in love with Daniel. Her desire to have sex with him was a spurof the moment thing, she’d been hopped up on pheromones and anorgasm high, and he’d gone and told her exactly how he felt. Now,it was awkward as hell and why didn’t he just keep his damn mouthshut?

Without lookingat her, he turned to his other side, flinching when his right kneebanged against his left.

“Connor? Isyour knee okay?”

“It’s a littlesore.” Stung by her obvious rejection, he said, “I’m really tired,Kira. I didn’t sleep well last night with you in the bed. Would youmind sleeping in your own bed tonight?”

“Oh, of course.I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean, that is…”

Now he couldhear the rejection and the hurt in her voice. Guilt made him turnto face her. “Kira, wait, I’m being an ass.”

“A bit, but Iappreciate your honesty.” She slid out of the bed and grabbed herclothes from the floor. “Good night, Connor. Just text me if youneed help in the night.”

She was gonebefore he could say anything else. He groaned and fell onto hisback, massaging just above his right knee as he stared at theceiling. Fuck, what did he just do?

Chapter Seventeen

Kira stared blankly out thekitchen window. The water wasrunning in the sink and after a moment, she reached out and turnedit off before studying her hands. What had she beendoing?

Her brain churned dully beforeshe grasped it. Right.Making iced tea. She grabbed the jug from the counter and filled itwith water before setting it down. A squirrel was chittering awayon a branch of the tree outside the window and she watched it for awhile before making the iced tea.

She put the jug in the fridge, sat down at the table and stared inthe direction of the living room. Today had been awful. Connor hadspent all morning in his bedroom and barely eaten any lunch. Heavoided looking at her and gave one-word answers to her questions.When he’d gone to have a shower, she hadn’t offered to help. Sheknew what his answer would be.

About halfan hour ago he had crutched his way into theliving room. She’d stuck her head into the room, tentatively askinghim if he wanted anything. He shook his head and her plan to talkto him about last night dissolved under a wave of her own cowardiceand the weariness on his face.

Her stomach was churning, and she rubbed at it as she listenedto the faint sound of the TV. She’d barely slept last night, hermind turning over and over what Connor had said to her. She grabbedher phone off the table. She needed to talk to Grace and Addison.She would text them and see if they could meet her afterwork.

The doorbell rang and she shovedher phone into her pocketbefore walking down the hallway. She opened the door and staredblankly at the man standing on the front porch.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“You must be Kira,” he said.

She studied him. He was tall with shortlight brown hairandhazel coloured eyes. He was lean like Connor and he was wearingjeans and a t-shirt with a blue hoodie over top.

“Do I know you?” she said.

“Not exactly,” he saidwith a grin. He stuckhis hand out. “I’m Lucas Wright. I’m Connor’s bestfriend.”

“Connor’s best friend,” she repeated as she shook his hand.“You’re from Willington?”

His grin widened. “Yes, but don’t holdthat against me. I livein New Cassel now.”

She continued to stare at him, and he cleared his throat.“Uh, is Connor here? He said he was staying with you while herecuperated.”

“Yes, of course.” She gave him an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, comein, please.”

“Thanks.” He followed her into the house and shut thedoor.

“Connor’s just in the living room. It’sthis way.” Feeling extraordinarily stupid, she led him to the living room.“Connor, you have a visitor.”

Connor glanced up fromhis phone. A huge smile broke out acrosshis face and her breath caught in her throat. God, he was sohandsome.

“Lucas! What are you doing here?”

Lucas dropped onto thecouch beside him and stretched out hislong legs. “Had the afternoon off, figured what better way to spenda Thursday afternoon than driving a couple hours to visit mywounded little bird.”

Connor laughed. “Shut up. I can’tbelieve youcame.”

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