He polished off his beer and signaled to the bartender for another.

“Want another wine?”

She shook her head, changed her in mind in mid-shake and nodded. “Sure. Why not?”

This time when the bartender brought her the wine, she sipped it. Still watching her friend.

Which allowed him the chance to study her. Poppy surprised him. That kiss surprised him.

The Poppy he’d seen was usually so reserved. No. Reserved wasn’t the right word. That implied she was distant, cold. That wasn’t Poppy. She exuded warmth and kindness. She was just—guarded. Yes. That was the right word.

But not in her kiss. She’d responded to him with her whole being. With utter abandon. Even the thought of it got him hard. Not that that bad boy had fully dissipated from the actual event.

Unfortunately, Poppy’s guard was back, like a force field that had shot up as soon as the kiss had finished. Definitely designed to keep him out. And he did not like it. Not now that he’d tasted her vulnerable passion.

In the dim light, he could see her lips appeared a little pinker, a little swollen from their kiss. He could still taste her on him. The tang of wine, the sweetness of her. The heat of her passion.

He couldn’t think about her this way. He was here to do a job. A job that would get him home. He wasn’t from this world. And he didn’t want to be. He wanted to get this stupid task done and just leave.

Do it now. Pick a man now. Stop all this nonsense before something more happens.

He looked around the room. More men had arrived, but he didn’t even attempt to manipulate one of them. He couldn’t.

Then he glanced toward the guitarist. Maybe he’d be a good fit. Eric and Poppy had once been friends. That would be a plus, right? He was a musician, which he knew Poppy liked. And maybe it would get back at Adam in some way. Adam deserved that as far as Killian was concerned.

But he still did nothing.

Instead he returned his attention to Poppy.

“You were really great with that woman.”

Poppy looked away from Eric, surprised by Killian’s sudden announcement.

“Really? Why do you say that?”

Killian grinned, the effect utterly breathtaking. “You were so sassy.”

Poppy found herself smiling too, despite her earlier humiliation.

“She was pretty awful.”

“Totally awful,” Killian said.

Poppy laughed. She knew it must be the wine, but at his words, she just felt lighter. Definitely the wine.

“I don’t think you’d have a hard time finding someone to date here,” she added, her smile fading a little. Along with some of her sudden pleasure.

Because he was here to meet someone. She had to remember that. The kiss had been a—a prank, really.

“I’m not impressed with the women here,” he said. Then his eyes locked with hers. “Well, except one. And I came with her.”

Poppy’s heart jolted and her breath caught.

“You’re a really good person,” he said, giving her a fond smile.

Some of Poppy’s delight vanished, and she released her pent-up breath. The tone of his voice, the look on his face. Even his words. All of it stated he considered her a great friend.

Which was fine, she assured herself. That was good. Very good.

“So tell me about college,” he said, the sudden shift of topic confusing her for a moment. Or was it the wine? Most likely both.

“College?”

“Yeah, you said your majors were children’s literature and illustration. What did you want to do with those degrees?”

Poppy giggled then. “They don’t sound like very useful degrees, do they?”

Killian smiled. “That isn’t what I was saying, but you must have had a plan of how you were going to use them.”

“I did,” she said with a reminiscent nod. “I was going to write and illustrate children’s books.”

“So why aren’t you doing that?”

His direct question caught her off guard. Most people never asked what she’d done in college. And those who did just accepted that her plan was a pipe dream, and she’d needed to be more practical.

“Well, I had to get a job that paid a little more regularly.”

He nodded, but then said, “Couldn’t you do both?”

“I—I tried,” she said. “But it was like my creativity shut down. No stories. No pictures in my head. Nothing. It was like my artwork seemed frivolous after I lost my parents. And I lost …”

She stopped herself, wishing she could just pull everything she’d said back inside and simply say, “No, I couldn’t do both.”

But the words were out, and now Killian studied her as if he was trying to see deeper inside her mind.

“He really hurt you, didn’t he?”

Poppy, even in her wine haze, didn’t have to ask who he was.

She nodded slightly.

“Hey.”

They both turned to see that Eric had joined them.

“Hi,” Poppy said, managing to sound normal, even though her thoughts were still on her conversation with Killian. “You sounded great.”

Eric smiled. “Not too bad, I guess. But not as good as Adam and I did in the day.”

She forced a smile back. Adam. It was a night of Adam, wasn’t it?

Then she felt Killian’s hand on top of hers. Instead of pulling away, or just allowing the touch, she turned her palm toward his and linked their fingers.

This wouldn’t make any sense later, when her head was clear. But right now, she just accepted his comfort.

She half expected Eric to raise an eyebrow at the touch, but he didn’t even seem to notice. Instead he asked if either of them wanted a drink, then stepped up to the bar to order one for himself.

When he returned, they still had their fingers joined, and though the touch made her nerve endings hum with awareness, it also gave her peace. A sense of calm.

She even managed to chat with Eric, talking about what he’d been doing. He was married, with a two-year- old son. He worked for a large law firm in midtown. She told him about her sister and her work. All the while Killian continued to hold her hand, a quiet presence that somehow made her feel composed, grounded.

“Well, I have to get back up there,” Eric said, jerking his head toward the makeshift stage. He leaned in to hug her again, and Poppy released Killian’s hand to return the hug. The loss of his touch instantly left her feeling set adrift.

“Good to see you too, Eric,” she said.

“Really,” Eric said as he pulled away. “Come see Adam this weekend. My wife and I will be there. And a few other members of the old gang. It would be a great time to catch up.”

“Oh,” she shook her head, “I don’t—”

“We’ll be there,” Killian said, the first full sentence he’d said since Eric had walked up.

Poppy gaped at him. Killian smiled back at her, his expression serene.

“I’d love to meet your college friends,” he said.

She still stared at him, unable to comprehend why he was doing this.

No. She wouldn’t go.

“Great,” Eric said, pleased and somehow oblivious to the silent exchange between the two of them. “Samson and Delilah’s. It’s a new bar down on the Back Bay. Eight-ish.”

“We’ll be there,” Killian repeated.

Eric strolled away, and Poppy stood too. She glared at Killian.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

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