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“Alright. How did you know I’d be there last night?”
His expression changed instantly, jaw hard and set. It appeared he wasn’t happy about this question, and I knew it without a doubt when he spoke. “You weren’t supposed to be there. Bri wasn’t supposed to be there. We had to change plans quickly.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “So what were you doing there?” I knew why I was there, even why Bri was there. What I didn’t know was how Killian fit into all of this. Even though I tried this last night, it wasn’t going to stop me from asking again.
His lip tipped at the corner. “Already answered that.”
Dammit. He had a quick wit, that was for sure.
He leaned in, his lips just a hairs’ breadth from mine. Holy shit. Was he going to kiss me? My gut clenched, and tingles ran up my arms. Did I want him to kiss me?
Yes. Just this once.
When his nose brushed mine and he pulled back, I couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.
“Fine. Then what’s all this? Me staying here. You don’t even know me, Killian. Why have me here? In your bed.” I should have pushed him away, but something held me back.
“I want you here.”
“You’ve already said that,” I bit out, fighting my aggravation with his vague answers.
Without a single change in his tone, he replied, “And that’s all you’re getting for now.”
I did not like that answer, so I shoved him. He didn’t budge.
“Why?” I charged back. “I want answers, Killian. Why won’t you give them to me?”
“Because you’re not ready for the rest.”
I wanted to pull my hair out. He didn’t get to make that judgment. He didn’t know me well enough to tell me what I was or was not ready for. A cell started to ring, and I knew it was Killian’s from the tone.
“Fuck!” He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the device, but he kept me close. “Give me a sec.”
Give him a sec! Whatever, I’d give him a lifetime at this point. I just wanted to get home and get on with my life as if I hadn’t spent the night with Killian Graham.
He answered, “Yeah.” I couldn’t make out what was being said on the other end of the line. “When?” Killian kept calm and held me to him while giving his attention to the call. “Right. Twenty.” Then he swiped off his phone. He released me quickly, and I knew something was up. “Gotta go. Get dressed, and I’ll take you home.” Instantly, I found myself a bit cold at the loss of contact from him.
He got up from the bed, his strong back sexy as hell and on full display as he walked to the bathroom. A tattoo laid on his side of a howling wolf. I’d need to ask him about that because it was beautifully detailed.
Killian didn’t shut the door, and I heard him peeing. I didn’t know why this meant something to me, but it did. That function was something you did with your best friend or boyfriend. Not with a woman you hadn’t laid eyes on in years. It was a different level of intimacy all together. Strange and something else that called for me to get answers.
Whatever.I rolled out of the bed, found my clothes, and tugged them on. This was what I’d wanted for a while now. To go home. I was going to seize this opportunity and roll with it. The time for questions was over, and I needed to forget the last twenty-four hours and move on.
He barely looked at me when he came out of the bathroom and began to open drawers and toss clothes on. He also had no problem with dropping his pajama bottoms and giving me a glorious view of his bare ass that I would pack in my memory bank for all the lonely nights for years to come.
“I’ll go out…” I trailed off, just needing to get out of that room and away from Killian, needing space. After using the bathroom and taming my hair by throwing it up in a bun, I set upon escape.
My ass had barely sat on the stool at the kitchen island when Killian came in. “Babe. We gotta roll.”
I actually felt a little let down, not that it showed on any part of my body. But for him to go to all the trouble to get me here, put me in his bed, and lock us up tight, then say we’re leaving without an explanation why… It rubbed me the wrong way.
We went out the door and hopped into his SUV. He got on the phone and said very few words, like he was hiding whatever was on the other line—because he was. I wasn’t that damn dense.
It didn’t matter. Whatever was going on in his life didn’t mean it was going on in mine.
Once we got to town, I asked, “Do you need directions?”
He looked over, his face blank. It was a look I didn’t like, but it was there all the same. “No.” His reply, being far too simple, didn’t settle with me. He turned back to the windshield and drove me straight to my house without a word.
