Too Low-born To Marry A McCarthy

After Gideon left without saying goodbye, Leland told a heartbroken Kira, ‘He’s not worth your tears, honey.’ She wondered if Dad would say the same thing about Austyn. Kira got dressed in her pyjamas. She should get some sleep. She had to get up early in the morning, to pack up her stuff and leave. What happened earlier was just breakup sex. Kira came out of the bathroom. She froze when she saw the man sitting up in bed. Austyn was leaning against the headboard, looking down at something on his lap. Warm yellow light from the bedside lamp cast his face in a soft halo. He was wearing the blue-and-white plaid pyjamas she liked. Paper rustled. Kira saw the file in his hand. Austyn looked up. ‘Come here.’ Kira walked over in a daze. ‘Sit.’ He patted the sheets. She did. He picked up a glass on the nightstand. ‘Here, it’s warm milk.’ Kira drank it without tasting anything. He watched her finish the milk. The warm liquid soothed her parched throat. He took the glass from her. ‘Go to sleep.