Chapter Twenty-Eight
Orla
Cara’s eyes went to the door of the bar. “Were you expecting Killian to come in tonight, Orla?”
“No.” I turned to find him smiling at me.
It had been a couple of hours since I’d had the epiphany about my share of blame in our breakups. And now here he was. The man really did have perfect timing—just as I had been thinking earlier. That must mean something, right?
“There’s my love.” He came to the bar, reaching over it to pull me to him and leaving a light kiss on my lips.
I waited to feel them tingle the way they did when I had kissed Warner, but there was nothing there at all. I hoped that could be attributed to the fact that I hadn’t actually let the idea of my culpability really seep into my heart and mind yet.
Surely the spark will come in time.
But we
