35. You’re so damn crazy.
Katarina.
I wish I could say I give him time, that I try not to be intense, that I give my husband space so I don’t overwhelm him with my unfamiliar presence. But after longing for him for so long, believing I’d never see him again, the desire to be near him wins over everything.
So the next day, I go back to his shop.
And I smile when I see him.
Killian is sitting casually, feet up on a wooden plank in front of him. Between his fingers, he spins a pen, over and over, with quick, flawless movements. He looks focused; his pupils dart back and forth while he reads the notebook in his other hand.
“Are you doing inventory?” I ask, making myself known.
My husband moves nothing but his eyes in my direction; his gaze scans my body from head to toe.
“What are you
