CANDICE.
I woke up alone on the command center couch. Killian’s jacket was still draped over me, warm and smelling like him. I sat up, rubbed my face, and tried not to think about last night.
The screens were still running. Outside, the sky was that dull grey before dawn. I folded his jacket, left it on the chair, and spotted the note.
Check on Elaine.
I shoved it in my pocket and headed for the kitchen.
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She was already there, looking perfect as usual. Killian sat right beside her.
Our eyes met the second I walked in. Heat and guilt flashed between us before he looked away.
“Morning,” I muttered, grabbing a mug.
“Morning, Candice,” Elaine said sweetly. “Sleep well?”
“Fine. You?”
“Wonderfully. This place is so peaceful at night.” She smiled. “Didn’t you think so, Killian?”
K
