Estela POV
I can’t remember the last time I wanted to strangle someone as much as I want to strangle Killian right now.
Three months. Three. Whole. Months. Working by his side every day? I’m not sure I can survive that without losing my mind.
But agreeing to date him? That feels even more dangerous.
Three dates a week? Seriously? And don’t even get me started on the word “date.” It’s a freaking emotional landmine.
Still, the second he calls me that cursed nickname and accuses me of running away, my pride rears its stubborn head.
“Define ‘date,’” I grumble.
“You. Me. Spending quality time together. Evenings, weekends, whatever works.” He shrugs, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Surely you’ve been on a date before?”
I roll my eyes, weighing my options. Five days a week of awkward workp
