Page 65 of The Billionaire's Kiss
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Warner
I was finally able to take a breath when she said my name. She hadn’t answered the man’s proposal. “Yes, it’s me, Orla.”
She looked down at the man I’d met in the men’s room, her hand still wrapped around the necklace I’d given her. “I’m sorry, Killian.”
He stood and then turned to me. Confusion was quickly replaced by recognition as he looked at me. “You?”
I nodded. “Seems so.”
“Youare here formywoman?” he shouted as he slowly began moving towards me.
“She’s not yours yet, by the sounds of it.” I didn’t want to be cruel, but I wasn’t about to step back and give him room where she was concerned.
“She would be, had ya not come through the door.” He moved a bit faster, still headed in my direction.
I had the feeling he intended to fight me. “Look, I don’t want trouble. I came here to speak to Orla.”
“She doesn’t need to hear anything you have to say,” he roared and charged right at me.
I was ready to take on the man and squared up in anticipation of his attack when Orla was suddenly in front of me. “No, Killian!”
“Get out of my way, woman!” I watched as he threw out one hand, trying to push her out of the way.
I wasn’t about to let him touch her that way. I quickly grabbed her by the waist, picking her up and moving her behind me. “I’ve got this, baby.”
“No!” She screamed as she pounded on my back. My body nearly filled the doorway, trapping her in the hallway behind me where she would be safe. “Warner, don’t fight him!”
I hesitated for a moment, not understanding why she didn’t want me to fight him.Unless she’s in love with him.
Dropping my fists, I turned to her but wasn’t able to say a word as the man came up behind me, grabbing both my arms and pulling them behind my back before dragging me across the floor. “You get away from her!”
“Killian, stop that right now!” Her hands went to her hips, and her jaw turned tight. “This is enough!”
He let me go, and the two of us stood there, looking at her. I was pretty sure that neither of us was sure who she loved at that point. And neither of us knew what to say either.
A blonde woman came around in front of us, looking back and forth between us. “Night and day, they are.” She looked at Orla. “So, you found a fella while on holiday, did ya, lass? You kept that a secret, didn’t ya?”
“That she did,” the man growled as he stepped up next to me.
Orla’s hand once again went to the Texas-shaped pendant I’d given her. It made me wonder how often she’d held it that way in the six months since we’d last seen each other. “Killian, I’m sorry. I’m a bit confused right now.” Her eyes came to me. “Why didn’t you call to tell me you were coming, Warner?”
“I wanted to surprise you. I’ve got so much to tell you, Orla.”
The way her eyes sort of bugged out told me she wasn’t happy with my surprise. “Warner, you should’ve called.”
“Sorry.”
“Did you thought that my life wouldn’t go on without you?” she asked with a tremor in her voice.
I didn’t want to make her cry. “Orla, it’s not that at all. I just missed you so much that I made some decisions. I had no idea if you’d moved on or not. But I didn’t want to sit back and wait to find out.”
“She moved on,” the man standing next to me said with what sounded like gravel in his voice.
“Have I, Killian?” she asked him.
He looked at her, and I saw the pain in his dark eyes. “Haven’t ya, mot?”
