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Complete confusion clouds Honeyeh’s face, but I look at my brother with a glare meant to kill. He is not helping.

He doesn’t look the least bit concerned. In fact, his grin widens. He pushes of the jam and walks toward us, thrusting out his hand. “I’m Killian Smith.”

Tentatively, Honeyeh places her hand in his. “Honeyeh Karimi.”

“Nice to meet you, Honeyeh.”

“And you.” She lets go of his hand. “Congratulations on your marriage. It was a beautiful ceremony.”

Killian’s brow wrinkles in confusion. But I’m showing Honeyeh to the door. “I’m not certain where you parked but there is a lot for staff?—”

“Oh, I don’t have a car.” Honeyeh shakes her head.

“How did you get here?” I pride myself on details, but this one did not occur to me.

“The bus.” She vaguely gestures in the direction of the stop then turns toward the door.

“The bus?” I ask, stopping her. “But, that stop is almost a mile away.”

“I’m used to it,” she says with a small shrug. “And I enjoy walking. I’d like to thank you again for the opportunity to work here.”

Killian has moved back to my side. “My car is parked right by the door. Allow me to drive you.”

I know what he’s doing. He’s going to pump her for information.

But she shakes her head. “Not necessary. I walk most places, even in the heat. I’ll be fine.”

“I insist.” My hand is at her back again, lightly propelling her forward. She starts walking without hesitation, her response to my touch one of instant obedience.

It makes my cock hard all over again, the way she responds to my touch. Would she be like that in bed?

Now I’m like granite as I open the back door of the car for her, helping her in before I shut the door and adjust myself. Killian sees me and starts whistling as he walks around to the driver’s seat of the car.

I’ve never heard my brother whistle before. It’s fucking weird. I open the passenger door and slide onto the black leather seat. It’s still cool from the air conditioning he used on the drive here. I twist my head around to see Honeyeh fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

Which immediately reminds me of her panties.

Fuck.

Killian closes the driver’s side door and starts the engine, even as I hit the button for the gate.

“So Honeyeh,” he starts, smiling in the rearview. “You mentioned my wedding…”

Honeyeh nods. “I’m a friend of Charlotte Kincaid.” She looks out the window. “Mason was kind enough to give me a job at the hotel but Mr. Smith?—”

“Triston,” I cut in.

“Triston offered me a position here, instead.”

Killian looks over at me like I’ve lost my mind. I think he’s probably right. Which one of us is certifiable now? “And you’re happy to be working as a maid?”

“Oh yes,” she looks back at Killian, a genuine smile on her lips. “Very.”

Killian cocks his head. “Student debt?”

“Medical,” she answers, her hand fluttering. “My brother is ill.”

Killian’s eyes go wide as he looks over at me. I think he gets it. I hope he does. Not even I’m heartless enough to use a woman that kind and caring.