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I wrap an arm around her shoulder. “I do. Because I want to go eat and see the faces of all those people that heard you come all over my face as I fucked that pretty pink pussy of yours and that tight little ass with my fingers.”

I see a blush hit her face. “We can’t—”

“Where did my promiscuous little vixen go?” I ask.

She gives me a look like she forgot about that girl. Her eyes dropping until a smile hits her face. “She hasn’t been around since you.”

A beam of light just misses us from behind. “Well, we better get moving before they catch us.”

She lifts her skirt up and skips ahead of me before turning around. “Hurry up, slowpoke, I could really use a steak after that.”

I chuckle as I chase after her.

15

KILIAN

She moans as she eats a bite of steak.

“You know if you keep that up someone might recognize those noises.”

She grins at me. “Wouldn’t that be an interesting conversation?”

I chuckle before taking a bite of my fish.

“You really worked up my appetite.”

I raise a brow at her. “I did all the work.”

“Semantics.”

I shake my head at her and take a sip of whiskey. “I really am sorry, Bella. I never should have been mad with you about your daughter. I had no right to be.”

I see something pass through her eyes. Regret. Sadness, maybe.

“Don’t. Kilian, please…” She pauses. “Not tonight. Not her.”

I study her and wonder why she doesn’t want to talk about her. I let the feeling pass as we continue on with our dinner. Once again, it’s like old times with her. Laughing and joking around. It makes me sad that so many years have passed. So many things we have both missed out on. I don’t care about our families. This woman in front of me has understood me better than anyone ever has. I guess I let her see a part of my soul that I never let anyone else see. And now she knows it all. And she isn’t running away. She’s running her fingers over my hand that rests on the table.

Myanam cara.

My soul friend.

She always laughed at me when I said that before. She thought I was trying to impress her with my Irish. I didn’t know that she was studying languages at school. Didn’t know that she knew exactly what that word meant. I recovered by telling her I only try to impress her with my dick. That led to an eye roll and her drinking expensive whiskey all night while she worked. Although, she did end up in my bed that night. Her mouth wrapped tight around my impressive cock.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks me.

I grab her hand in mine and squeeze it. “You don’t want to know.”

“I think I do,” she says as she straightens up in her chair.

I smirk at her and lick my bottom lip. “I was just thinking about your lips wrapped—”

“I cannot believe someone had sex down there while we were eating dinner. Do you know how hard it was to explain to the kids what that noise was?” Bella and I both break out in laughter as the woman at the table next to us talks to what I can only guess is a manager.

“Absolutely terrible,” Bella snorts.

“Dreadful,” I chime in.