God! Killian had to stifle the wave of jealousy surging through him.
"Oh, no." She answered him quickly. "No, no, no. I just don't want to give him the satisfaction of..." She stopped and caught her bottom lip in her teeth.
"Of what, Lexie? Tell me?"
"Of thinking he's won. That he's chased me out of my art."
"Then I think we need to stick with our program." He brushed his lips over hers. "But only if you can figure out how to relax. You'll pass out before the show if you don't."
"Okay." She shook out her hands, a gesture he'd seen her use before when tense. "I'll work on it. But, listen. Right now I need to check on my painting."
He wanted to laugh except he knew how serious this was to her.
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