Chapter Twenty-Six
Orla
Cara arrived for her waitressing shift just as I came in to tend the bar. She bumped her shoulder to mine as she caught up to me. “So, how’s it been goin’ with old Killian? It’s been about three months now, hasn’t it?”
It hadn’t been bad, but it hadn’t been amazing either. “It’s okay. He’s been very busy tending to the groundskeeping business, as his father took on a job as head groundskeeper for some rich guy. It’s all top secret from what Killian’s told me. His father isn’t allowed to say where he’s working or who he’s working for.”
Cara put her apron on, then ran her hands over her straight blonde hair to ensure it was all smoothed out. “I heard that Mr. Knight—you remember, the Englishman who owns that tavern that you ran away from like a child—”
“What abou
