KILLIAN
“What are you smiling about?”
Connor’s brow was arched high as he delivered the question. He accepted the chilled bottle of water my secretary served him, watching as she turned and left the office just as silently as she had come.
Then he uncapped it and drank down half the contents in a few long gulps. He must be so parched.
I looked him up and down. Where exactly was he coming from at this hour?
My lips twitched with suppressed amusement. Don’t tell me he had gone to the ice rink again. Didn’t the man have a multi-million-dollar business to run?
And why the hell was the local ice rink seeing significantly more of him these days than the actual construction corporation slated to him by his family?
“Don’t ask what I know is currently on your mind, Killian. My company can
