Benevolent Stranger
‘What?’ I stared at Kieran. ‘You must be kidding. Where did you get that?’
‘From the way he looked at you.’ Kieran tossed me a glance. ‘It’s the kind of look a man gets when he visualises the woman naked, in his bed.’
‘You are crazy. Conor doesn’t like me. He hates me.’
‘Thin line between love and hate, darling.’
‘That’s…bullshit.’ I didn’t know why the idea of Conor having feelings for me unsettled me so.
I shuffled my feet.
Conor’s chiselled face flashed across my mind.
‘I know what I saw.’ Kieran’s voice had gone quiet.
I looked over and caught the tightening of his jaw. ‘Are you jealous, honey?’
‘Do I have a reason to be?’
I reached for his hand. ‘Even if that’s true, which I still highly doubt, you have nothing to worry about. You know I love you.’
As proof, I planted a kiss on his cheek.
Whatever Conor felt for me couldn’t trump the hatred he had for the Finnegans.
Apparently, the fact that I was adopted and not a true Finnegan didn’t make any difference to him, as evidenced by h
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