Page 29 of Killian

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I tease, adjusting Alessa.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if Irish was your thing. All tall, dark hair, piercing eyes, and the five o’clock shadow.” Sofia closes her eyes, doing a chef’s kiss. “Perfection.”

My gut clenches with jealousy. Then I remember who I’m talking to.

“You’re married. Should we be worried?” I tease, taking a sip of the wine she pushed my way.

Sofia scoffs. “I love my husband, but I’m not dead. Killian is good looking, but my husband...” She trails off with a wicked smile. “Well, let’s just say he knows how to rev my engine.”

I look down at the baby in my arms then look back at her. “Clearly,” I deadpan.

“I’m not going to get anything out of you about the handsome Irishman, am I?” She studies me as she takes a drink of her wine.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I tell her with my best poker face intact.

“I don’t believe you, but I won’t push.”

“You don’t believe her about what?” Bash asks as he strolls into the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves.

“Hey! You finish up your meeting?” Sofia lights up as soon as Bash walks into the room.

I watch as my brother embraces his wife, pulling her into his arms and kisses her. I look down at the baby in my arms, feeling as if I’m intruding on a private moment.

“How are you?” Bash asks as he tucks his wife into his side.

Who would have thought the cold man was capable of affection?

Killian’s always shown you affection, and he’s just like Bash.

“I’m all right,” I say, shaking off my wayward thoughts.

A clearing of the throat pulls all attention toward the entrance.

“Ah, you found me. Sorry, I got sidetracked,” Bash tells the man, pulling away from Sofia.

I look away as I reach for my glass and take a drink. I sense his eyes on me as I set my glass back down.

“Stefano, have you met my younger sister, Greer?”

“I have not.” I see the man approach out of the corner of my eye. He comes to a stop at my side. I feel his eyes slide down my body, making me uncomfortable. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Greer,” the man says, holding out his hand, waiting for mine.

“Not interested,” I say in disgust, turning my back to him. “Sofia, will you take Alessa? I need to make a call.”

“Sure.” She steps forward, taking the baby from my arms as I slide off the stool. I walk away from the group and slip out the back door. Walking out of eyesight, I sink down onto one of the deck chairs and pull my phone out of my back pocket.

Swiping open the screen, I pull up a text from Killian. I stare at the photo of him with his shirt undone with two whiskey glasses and a bottle of Dead Rabbit in front of him.

Killian: Hurry home.

I pull up the camera and snap a quick photo of myself.

Me: Dead Rabbit. My favorite. So much better than this wine. *frowny face*

Killian: If you're drinking wine, I hope it’s red.

Me: Oh? And why is that?

Killian: I like the way it stains your lips.

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