7
“You wouldn’t have remembered me.”
They were sitting on the couch again, but this time at opposite ends, and the distance separating them was chilly. Peggy’s cherished picture was sitting on the coffee table between them. Kiera kept her gaze fastened on it, so she wouldn’t have to meet the hot fury and betrayal in Conor’s fierce glare.
“You only had eyes for Peggy. She looked so beautiful in her mother’s fine ivory dress! I helped her weave long blue ribbons in her hair. And I watched from the kitchen when she came downstairs, and the entire room stopped to stare at her.”
That glorious night was engraved in his memory like precious artwork. And she was right; that night he’d been blind and deaf to everything except Peggy’s beautiful smile. They’d danced all night, until the last wear
