Affair with the Rockstar
Before I could say anything else, she lurched off, taking a long pull at her bottle as she headed through the glass sliding doors and into the house.
I turned to Killian. “I don’t – I don’t want to – ”
He patted my arm consolingly. “Don’t let it trouble you.”
“What, Riley?”
“No, lookin’ over your shoulder at the dark.”
I frowned. “…what?”
“There was this book I read once, belonged to a bird datin’ one of me mates. ‘The Secret Language of Birthdays,’ or somethin’ like that. I thought it was going to be shite, but I was actually quite shocked how accurate it was.”
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