Page 52 of Big Bossy Billionaire

I could hardly believe it, but Killian was sitting across from me, telling me everything I wanted to hear, and it was better than anything I could’ve imagined. The longer we sat there, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes, the more I began to realize we might actually be able to make this thing work. Killian Holt was proving to me everyday that there was more underneath that steely exterior than I originally realized, and I couldn’t run from my feelings for him.

Not anymore.

I was crazy about Killian Holt, and I was tired of fighting it.

“I’m already making arrangements for your replacement,” Killian continued, pausing to sit up straighter. “It’s going to take some time, but we’ll have an interim architect or something, so we can get you home. I have plenty of room in my apartment, and I’m sure Skittles will love it too—”

I held a hand up. “Hold on a second. My replacement? I’m not going anywhere.”

Killian released my hand, and his expression shifted. “What are you talking about? Yes, you are. You can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

“They’re not going to scare me away, Killian. They already stabbed me, what else are they going to do? They tried to send a message, and it didn't work.”

Killian rose to his feet and ran a hand over his face. “Damn it, Meghan. You need to stop being stubborn. You can’t risk your life for a project.”

“I’m not risking anything, and it’s not just a project to me.”

Killian bristled. “That’s my baby you’re carrying! And I’m not going to allow you to endanger your life or theirs—”

“Allow me? You don’t get a say over this. It’s my decision.”

“Fuck Meghan, I can’t believe you right now. Why are you so god damned stubborn!”

I lifted my chin up and held his gaze. “I amnotleaving, Killian, and you can’t make me. So, unless you have a chloroform rag too, or you want to drag me out of here kicking and screaming against my own will, we are not discussing this anymore.”

A muscle ticked in Killian’s jaw. “I should get a say in this, Meg.”

“I am not leaving,” I repeated, pausing to fold my arms over my chest. “We can discuss what’ll happen with the baby later, but I’m not going to change my mind.”

For a while Killian stared at me, his face giving nothing away. With an exasperated growl he wheeled around and hurried out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Once he was gone, I sank back against the mattress and stared up at the ceiling.

I should’ve known Killian would have a strong opinion about all of this, especially after finding out about the baby… our baby.

As difficult as it was, at least I finally knew where the two of us stood.

Now, there was nothing left to do but keep moving forward.

18

KILLIAN

“Harvey,where’s that contract? I wanted it on my desk five minutes ago.”

“I’ll see what the holdup is, Mr. Holt.”

“And make sure that the board knows when the meeting starts tomorrow. Last time they were all late.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Holt.”

With a frown, I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it. Then I put it back against my ear and exhaled. “Any news from McIntyre?”

“There haven’t been any more messages, Mr. Holt. Would you like me to call his assistant?”

I shook my head. “No, don’t bother. I’ll have my usual lunch at my desk. Thank you.”

With that, I ended the call and set the phone back down. My frown deepened when I picked up my own phone and scrolled through my messages. When I stopped at the voice note left by McIntyre, four days ago, I stopped and stared at it. Against my better judgment, I held the phone up to my ear and replayed the message.

For what felt like the millionth time.

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