Chapter 13
The following day, Fiona was still a mess. She hadn’t slept. Connor had been thoughtful enough to grab a bunch of her supplies so she worked through the night on her jewelry, something to give her focus. As tired as she was while standing in his kitchen, she knew she couldn’t continue to hide out. The media blackout Connor had imposed helped momentarily, but it wouldn’t last. She couldn’t let it.
She needed to face her parents. She deserved to hear the truth from them.
Her nerves churned the coffee in her stomach.
“You’re up early.”
Fiona turned to face Connor. “Good morning.”
“You didn’t sleep at all, did you?”
She kind of shrugged with half headshake, too tired to care if he fully understood.
He kissed the top of her head as he reached past her for the coffee pot. “You
