I wasn’t sure how it had happened, but it was true. Keir Byrne had captured what remained of my heart and held it captive in the palm of his hand. And the scariest part was, I wanted him to have it. “I’m famished, and if I don’t get some coffee soon, I’ll get a headache later.” I put on a clean shirt and dug through my suitcase. We’d taken a quick shower, replaced my bandages, and were now approaching late morning. “Should we do breakfast or go find lunch somewhere?” “Either works, but after that …” I paused, not sure how he’d feel about what I was going to say next. “I think it’s time for us to go home. I know you aren’t a fan of Stetson, but I feel like I owe him an apology. And most importantly, that woman desperately needs our help. We need to deal with all this. We can’t hide forever.
