Connor pushed off the bar and walked to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face and returned his breathing to normal.
Normal? How would anything be normal again?
He stared at himself in the mirror and smiled. Fiona loved him.
Fiona sat at the table and fiddled with the napkin on her lap. She’d screwed up. She wasn’t sure how, but she knew she had. How much worse would his reaction have been if she blurted out the words that scrambled on her tongue?
I love you.
She wanted to say it. The need burned in her every time she touched him and he looked at her. But she knew it was too early. And now she spooked him with a Thanksgiving dinner invitation. She’d play it off like it was no big deal.
That’s what Connor would need. He had a week to get used to the concept. She had a week to con
