"I like your friends," Killian said into the quiet car after making sure Amanda managed to get out of the stadium parking lot.
He squeezed my fingers slightly and then kissed the back of my hand, his lips hot against my skin.
"I'm glad, and very sorry Amanda put you on the spot."
His gravelly chuckle made my thighs clench. "Wait until you meet my mother. She'll know your shoe size within thirty minutes."
"I have big feet, so that's kind of harsh."
"Your feet are perfect, but I agree with Amanda." His grin went a little crooked.
I rolled my eyes. "This can't be good."
"No, I don't think it is. You tend to think poorly of yourself. Mind telling me why?"
Here it was-our first in-depth personal conversation. How I wished I'd asked the first question.
I took a deep breath before speaki
