Emma
When the door opened, I expected to see Killian, but it was a woman who appeared. She had bright red hair, an overly kind smile, and such an easygoing demeanor that it only tightened the knot forming in my stomach. She was beautiful, of course—one of those annoyingly perfect types who looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine editorial.
“Who are you?” I asked, not in the mood for small talk with this stranger.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that—I was listening to music on my AirPods,” she said, removing them from her ears. “Can I help you?” she asked, holding the door with a polite smile. But there was something in her gaze that seemed to size me up, measuring every detail.
“Is Killian here?” I asked, cutting straight to the point.
“No, he’s not home right now,” she rep
