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He pauses at the back door, indicating for Conor to check outside before he exits.

“Like what? We really shouldn’t be seen in public.”

“Hush now. We are going on a date and you’re going to like it.”

My heart clenches. “What if it gets back to Bash?”

He leans in closer, pressing his lips to mine. “Then I’ll tell him that I’m in love with his sister and he might as well kill me if he doesn’t allow me the honor of being with her.”

“You’re insane. Hewillkill you. This isn’t a joke.”

He brushes off my worry. “I’ll be fine. We won’t go anywhere he will see us.”

When Conor pops his head back in, Killian pulls me out behind him. The men flanking me from each side.

It’s not until we are in the car that Killian speaks again.

“How do you feel about sushi?”

My eyes widen. “You like sushi?”

“I like pretty much everything when it comes to food.”

I chuckle. “Except raw onions.”

He shakes his head in disgust. “You tricked me. I wasn’t expecting it.”

Back in Italy, I had an onion that was perfectly round. I don’t know why I thought to do it, but it reminded me of an apple. So, I peeled it then covered it with chocolate. I then gave it to Killian as a gift.

He wasn’t going to eat it at first, but I begged him to try it. He never could tell me no.

The look on his face when he realized what I had done was priceless.

The red ass from the spanking he gave me afterward was even more priceless.

Leaning in, I kiss the side of his jaw as Conor takes off.

“I would do it again too, to see that look on your face,” I whisper so only he hears me.

“I would knowingly bite into it again to hear you laugh, so we are even.”

I knowI’m pressing my luck. I haven’t thought this out. Bringing Greer in public is asking for trouble.

Still, I can’t help it. I want her to be seen on my arm. I want everyone to know she is mine.

Maybe a part of me even wants Bash to find out this way. Then he would press the issue and I could publicly claim her, asking for her hand.

Greer would hate it, but it would solve the issue of navigating how to tell him without pissing her off in the process.

Fuck, I sound pussy whipped.

I guess in a way I am. I would do anything to see a smile on Greer’s face. Even if it meant giving her my last breath, I would do so happily to know she was alive and well.

Maybe that’s my real hold up. I know she wants me, but I want her to choose me. So, I know without a doubt in my mind that she is happy with her choice. With me.

Still, as I slide out of the back seat of the car, I smile.

Greer doesn’t hesitate, placing her hand in mine. Conor steps up to her other side, offering her protection as we are ushered through the back door of my favorite sushi spot.

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