Trusting Liam(15)

Dad shot me a look when they reached me, and said good-bye to the girls before turning around and leaving. I’d told him everything earlier in his office, so he knew the backstory . . . but explaining the need to be near Kennedy was going to be a little more difficult with Kristi and Mom. Mom because I refused to tell her about my sex life anyway, and Kristi because I didn’t want her looking at Kennedy any differently than she already did since she had her own theories about one-night stands.

“So, can I take you girls to dinner?”

Kira smiled widely and spoke while Kennedy just stood there staring at me. “You can take her to dinner. I’d rather not get in the way of whatever’s going to go down between the two of you.”

“Kira, please,” Kennedy whispered frantically, but Kira kept her eyes trained on me.

“But you make sure you actually bring her home tonight. At a normal time. We’re not having a repeat of last year, you get me?”

“Kira!”

I laughed loudly and nodded. “Of course. Just dinner tonight.”

“Well, my work here is done. Have fun, you two,” she called out in a singsong voice as she walked past me and out the doors.

Kennedy was staring at her retreating figure like Kira had just betrayed her. When long seconds passed without her acknowledging that I was still standing in front of her, I cleared my throat to break the awkward tension that had formed between us.

“Just dinner. I need to—”

“I left, Liam, that’s it.” Her dark blue eyes finally landed on my face, and her head shook faintly. “There’s no reason for it other than you were a nameless stranger who I thought I would never see again . . . and I just had to go. You won’t get a different answer if you take me to dinner.”

“I’m not taking you to dinner to get an answer. You told me you couldn’t give me a reason this afternoon, I figured that would be the end of it. But there are still things I need to tell you.”

Kennedy was mid sigh when her eyes widened and her body went rigid. “Do you—oh my God, did—” She looked around us quickly and leaned closer. “Did you give me something? Do you have diseases?”

My head jerked back and I barked out a short laugh. “I’m sorry—what? No. No, I didn’t give you anything . . . I don’t have anything to give you!”

She exhaled in relief, and her body seemed to sag. “Okay, I’m sorry. I just thought—never mind.” With another glance around us, she nodded once. “We can go to dinner, and you can tell me whatever you need to. But other than seeing each other here, nothing will be happening between us, Liam. This isn’t one of those moments when we finally find each other a year after a night of—well, the night we had—and we decide that we’re meant to be.”

“You’re saying you don’t want to fall in love with me?” I asked, my tone teasing to try to ease some of the tension, but her glare hardened at the question.

“If there was such a thing as love, I’d still say no.”

I stared at her, part of me wondering why she actually looked like she believed what she just told me, the rest trying to force myself to say that I’d been joking—but nothing came out. I didn’t know what to think of her words. I knew Kira was the one with the boyfriend, but that didn’t mean Kennedy hadn’t met someone in the last year. For all I knew, she could’ve been in Vegas to get over a relationship and I’d been a rebound. But that night—our unexplainable connection—there was no way for me to have that memory of her, and then piece that together with the girl standing in front of me. The girl who looked like me showing up today had been the last thing she’d ever wanted.

I took a step away from her and toward the door. “Understood. Let’s get out of here. We can talk and then I’ll take you home.” Not waiting for her response, I turned and walked to the door, only stopping to hold it open for her. Thankfully, she had been following me rather than remaining where I’d left her.

We were seated at a little mom-and-pop Italian restaurant within fifteen minutes, and although the tension between us had been gone since we got in my car, we hadn’t said a word to each other. But unlike before, she wasn’t avoiding looking directly at me; she was now staring intently.

“So, we’re here. Talk to me,” she demanded as soon as we’d ordered.

I wanted to tell her I would after we’d finished eating, but knew I couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to her. Only problem was now that I had her in front of me, the speech I’d run through at least a dozen times in my mind suddenly didn’t seem like the right way to tell her. Nothing seemed like the right way, it all sounded wrong.