Her legs wobbled again. Taking pity on her, because she knew how devastating Conor’s powerful charisma could be, Kiera slid over and patted her own bench. “Please, sit with us.”
“Well!” Overwhelmed, Grace slid bonelessly into their booth. “I think it was…yes, it was the Laemmle Grand. We go there for the Saturday matinees when I can get the afternoon off. And since it was Tam’s birthday… She’d been wanting to see that movie for months.”
“Did you have a happy birthday, then?” Kiera couldn’t help chuckling at how the little girl had made herself at home, swinging her tiny legs under the table and beaming up at Conor.
“Uh huh. We had hot dogs and slushies. And Molly slept through the whole thing. Molly’s my baby sister,” she informed Conor with a sober nod of her small head. “She cries a l
