disappointment actually vibrated through his chest. She turned and began walking through the graveyard. He followed, and he didn’t hasten his steps to catch up with her.
Lust. Definitely his first favorite sin.
Which, he assured himself, was the only reason he was lingering back, his gaze locked on the cute little curve of her rear end.
C HAPTER 7
“D o you like it?” Poppy watched with a slight grin as Killian dug into a huge cinnamon bun coated in extra frosting.
He took a bite, then closed his eyes, his handsome face the picture of unadulterated ecstasy. He moaned low in his throat, and Poppy tried to ignore the fact that his reaction caused little flips in her belly.
So he was quite amazingly beautiful. Good for him. He wouldn’t be her type, even if she was looking for someone.
Even if she could get him, a part of her added, although she’d ignored that point until she noticed a tall blonde in designer jeans, a cute trendy top and killer high-heel boots staring at Killian as she passed, stalking him like a hungry, lithe cat. She even slowed her pace, clearly hoping he’d spot her. That was more his type.
But Killian was too wrapped up in his love affair with his dessert. Poppy picked at the remains of her falafel pita pocket, irritated she suddenly felt as awkward as the nerdy kid at the big school dance. Invisible to all the beautiful people.
“This is amazing,” he said, regarding the dessert with an almost reverent expression.
Again Poppy’s stomach fluttered. Could she even imagine him looking at her like that?
Good golly, she was comparing herself to a cinnamon bun. She glanced over to see the gorgeous blonde had taken a seat at a table just a few feet away from them, angled in just such a way that Killian couldn’t miss her once he looked up.
Poppy made a face at herself, even as she ran a hand through her hair, annoyed that she felt self-conscious again. If she couldn’t compete with a cinnamon roll, she sure as heck couldn’t compete with a stunning Amazon blonde.
Not that she wanted to compete, of course. Just random thoughts, she assured herself. But before she even realized what she planned to say, the words were out of her mouth.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
He didn’t speak, his mouth full of pastry, nor did he look surprised by her sudden question, but he did shake his head.
Something that felt an awful lot like relief washed through her, but it didn’t last, as her mind moved right to another thought: Maybe he didn’t have a girlfriend, but rather a wife, although he didn’t wear a ring.
Not that she’d been looking.
“No, no one,” he said once he’d finished eating.
The strange relieved feeling returned. She ignored it.
“Not the type to settle down, huh?”
He immediately shook his head, which didn’t surprise her. She suspected an amazingly good-looking man like him wouldn’t want to limit his choices too soon.
A feeling an awful lot like disgust, which she embraced, helped push away that other, more disturbing relieved feeling.
“Actually I do want to settle down,” he added. “You know, soon. Really soon.”
Poppy blinked. Huh?
“But you don’t have a girlfriend? Don’t you kind of need one of those to settle down? Especially soon?”
“Yes, I do. That’s one of the things I hope to do here, actually.”
Again she couldn’t hide her baffled look. “You plan to settle down? Here?”
“Umm, yeah.”
Damn. He’d really just said all that? Settle down. Here. Soon. All of that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Damn.
No, he told himself, this was a good plan. He’d convince her to go out and do the singles thing with him. Because he wanted to find a …
“Yeah, I’m looking for a wife.”
Poppy stared at him like he’d lost his mind. He kind of wondered if he had too. But he was willing to go with any plan that might get her a true love and him back to Hell. Even pretending he wanted to get married.
“I’ve wanted to get
Lust. Definitely his first favorite sin.
Which, he assured himself, was the only reason he was lingering back, his gaze locked on the cute little curve of her rear end.
C HAPTER 7
“D o you like it?” Poppy watched with a slight grin as Killian dug into a huge cinnamon bun coated in extra frosting.
He took a bite, then closed his eyes, his handsome face the picture of unadulterated ecstasy. He moaned low in his throat, and Poppy tried to ignore the fact that his reaction caused little flips in her belly.
So he was quite amazingly beautiful. Good for him. He wouldn’t be her type, even if she was looking for someone.
Even if she could get him, a part of her added, although she’d ignored that point until she noticed a tall blonde in designer jeans, a cute trendy top and killer high-heel boots staring at Killian as she passed, stalking him like a hungry, lithe cat. She even slowed her pace, clearly hoping he’d spot her. That was more his type.
But Killian was too wrapped up in his love affair with his dessert. Poppy picked at the remains of her falafel pita pocket, irritated she suddenly felt as awkward as the nerdy kid at the big school dance. Invisible to all the beautiful people.
“This is amazing,” he said, regarding the dessert with an almost reverent expression.
Again Poppy’s stomach fluttered. Could she even imagine him looking at her like that?
Good golly, she was comparing herself to a cinnamon bun. She glanced over to see the gorgeous blonde had taken a seat at a table just a few feet away from them, angled in just such a way that Killian couldn’t miss her once he looked up.
Poppy made a face at herself, even as she ran a hand through her hair, annoyed that she felt self-conscious again. If she couldn’t compete with a cinnamon roll, she sure as heck couldn’t compete with a stunning Amazon blonde.
Not that she wanted to compete, of course. Just random thoughts, she assured herself. But before she even realized what she planned to say, the words were out of her mouth.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
He didn’t speak, his mouth full of pastry, nor did he look surprised by her sudden question, but he did shake his head.
Something that felt an awful lot like relief washed through her, but it didn’t last, as her mind moved right to another thought: Maybe he didn’t have a girlfriend, but rather a wife, although he didn’t wear a ring.
Not that she’d been looking.
“No, no one,” he said once he’d finished eating.
The strange relieved feeling returned. She ignored it.
“Not the type to settle down, huh?”
He immediately shook his head, which didn’t surprise her. She suspected an amazingly good-looking man like him wouldn’t want to limit his choices too soon.
A feeling an awful lot like disgust, which she embraced, helped push away that other, more disturbing relieved feeling.
“Actually I do want to settle down,” he added. “You know, soon. Really soon.”
Poppy blinked. Huh?
“But you don’t have a girlfriend? Don’t you kind of need one of those to settle down? Especially soon?”
“Yes, I do. That’s one of the things I hope to do here, actually.”
Again she couldn’t hide her baffled look. “You plan to settle down? Here?”
“Umm, yeah.”
Damn. He’d really just said all that? Settle down. Here. Soon. All of that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Damn.
No, he told himself, this was a good plan. He’d convince her to go out and do the singles thing with him. Because he wanted to find a …
“Yeah, I’m looking for a wife.”
Poppy stared at him like he’d lost his mind. He kind of wondered if he had too. But he was willing to go with any plan that might get her a true love and him back to Hell. Even pretending he wanted to get married.
“I’ve wanted to get
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