POV: Killian
All I had to do was stay away from her, and the whole thing would burn itself out. That was the plan. Simple. Contained. Manageable.
It should have been easy.
I was wrong. Dead wrong.
A couple of weeks had passed since that dinner at River's family place, weeks since I'd figured out exactly what I was feeling and decided the smartest move was to bury it six feet under and salt the earth on top. That decision should have bought me distance, should have let things settle back into something normal, something I recognized. Instead, she became completely unavoidable, woven into every corner of my life like she'd been there all along, and no amount of willpower seemed capable of changing that fact.
The family gathering. The club night with everyone. Ending up at her penthouse
