CHAPTER EIGHT
Keira was ready and waiting outside Orin’s B&B bright and early the next morning. The last thing her broken heart needed was an Irish-style breakfast, so she’d made certain that there was no time for one, waking up with just enough time to shower and dress.
She stood on the street corner, her arms wrapped around her middle, feeling wounded by Zach’s betrayal. She wasn’t sure how she was going to get through today; all she wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep. But when she saw Shane’s car approaching, she felt a sudden sense of relief, as though her loneliness was melting away.
He pulled to a halt, mounting the curb beside the B&B, and Keira got in the passenger side.
“Morning,” Shane said, stiffly.
Keira looked over at him, at his drawn expression, and suddenly reme
