“It won’t be for much longer.” He tilted his head to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. “It’s not at all the honeymoon I wanted for you, darling. But when this is over, I’ll give you the vacation of your dreams. You have my word on it.”
Moira found them there a few minutes later, still propped against each other, and fast asleep. Conor had mustered the strength to lay his fingers across Kiera’s before he’d drifted off, and the sweet gesture made her throat tighten.
The forgotten beer bottle was tilting out of Kiera’s lax hand. Before it could topple and spill, Moira bent down and retrieved it. Then, feeling like the third wheel she’d mockingly called herself that morning, she beat a hasty retreat through the kitchen, and stepped outside into the fresh cool night air.
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