Lexie and Killian
"I don't know if this will please you or not, but I see some of Dusty in you. He held his ground, too. When he was right, he didn't let anyone push him around."
"When he was right." Killian took another sip of bourbon. "Let's make a bargain. Tonight, we leave Dusty out of the conversation. That okay with you?"
Anything he wanted was okay with her.
She lifted her wine and waited until he touched his highball glass to hers. "To a pleasant evening."
His eyes ate her up. "The most pleasant," he agreed and took another swallow of his drink. "So as long as we're on names, what does Lexie mean? Is it short for something?"
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