KillianI needed to know what she was doing. She’d mentioned her mother’s clinic schedules earlier, but now she was poring over something that looked like serious work. Spreadsheets, complex documents. Yet, I knew she wasn't currently employed. She was here, tied up in this mess, supposedly for a year.I couldn’t hold the curiosity back any longer. It was a weakness, but she was like an unsolved equation sitting in my living room, and it was driving me mad. I shut my tablet with a quiet snap and broke the silence."You don't work," I stated flatly, not as a question, but as a fact.She didn't jump. Didn't even flinch. She just kept typing for another full minute, saving whatever she was working on, before finally lifting her head slowly. She looked at me with those guarded, hazel eyes, and there was no heat in them, just a tired sort of honesty."No, Killian, I don't work at the moment," she replied, her voice cool and measured."But you seem occupied," I countered. "What is it? Perso
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