I’ll ask him to tell me more later. I’ll ask him about his father later, too, about what Killian meant by saying he was a “legend in the industry.” I want to know everything there is to know about this man. I want to walk through all his secret places and learn all his darkest fears and worst regrets by name. He blows me a kiss over his shoulder, then swaggers off toward the bathroom, whistling a tune I don’t recognize. Smiling, I watch him go. When I hear the spray turn on in the shower, I roll over, swing my legs over the side of the mattress, and stand. And immediately sit back down. “Whoa.” Grimacing, I press a hand over my churning stomach. I must’ve eaten something yesterday that didn’t agree with me. I don’t feel light-headed like I did at the cathedral, just off. Nauseated, but
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