Page 45 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

Smooth.

Steady.

I spin around and there he is. My Kian.

Shit. I shouldn’t think of him like that.

But there he is, standing in the doorway like he was summoned by the storm brewing in my chest.

His eyes are on me, unwavering.

And even though I know he didn’t hear the whole exchange, I feel like he knows.

Somehow, he knows.

“Yeah,” I say, lifting my chin. “Come on. I’m leaving early.”

“Alright, let’s go,” he says readily.

The dim light in the bar hits his eyes just right. They glitter like good whiskey in a crystal glass, and I swear shivers run through me at the sight.

Sexy man. Dangerous to my heart.

But right now, he’s a risk I am willing to take.

I walk towards him. I don’t wait for Bob’s reaction.

I just head to the tip jar, scoop out the cash, and split it down the middle.

The other server—sweet woman, probably terrified—blinks as I press half the bills into her hand.

“Here. Fair’s fair.”

“Thanks, Ar,” she murmurs.

Then I march right up to Kian.

He tilts his head, eyes locked on me like I’m the only thing in his universe.

God, I wish that were true.

“You ready, Mo Chroí?”

His voice is low, a promise wrapped in danger.

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

At least, I hope we’re talking about the same thing.

But I don’t ask.

I just move, right past the point of no return, as he holds the door open for me.

The night air hits like a slap and a kiss all at once.

Inhale sharp.

Exhale slow.

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