Truth or Demon (22 page)

And there it was.

Her face felt stiff, as if there was a mask over it. She just waited, wondering what wording he would use in his attempt to make this apology seem kind and thoughtful. Rejection for the better good. But for the better good of whom?

“I don’t want you to feel forced to go see your ex this weekend.”

Wait? What? Wasn’t he going to talk about how he shouldn’t have kissed her? That it had been a mistake? A huge mistake?

“And though I’d love to see the guy’s face when he sees you and realizes you are doing great and”—he made a humorously derisive face—“that you are engaged to a fantastic guy, I shouldn’t have said anything. It wasn’t my place.”

Poppy stared at him. There had to be more to this, right? Was he regretting offering himself up as her faux fiancé? That had to be it.

After a moment, when he clearly felt ill at ease with her silence, he added, “I put you in an awkward position where it will be uncomfortable if you go, and uncomfortable if you don’t. I’m sorry.”

“So you don’t want to go?” she asked, still sure the fiancé suggestion had to be the real problem.

“Oh,” he answered instantly, “I want to go. I think this Adam guy needs to see what he lost. But I shouldn’t have made that decision for you.”

Truthfully, she hadn’t given that portion of the evening a single thought. Her mind had been stuck on other parts of the night.

“So you aren’t going to apologize for kissing me?”

Confusion marred his features now. “I did apologize about the kiss at the bar, but you told me not to do it again.”

Ah. That’s why he wasn’t saying anything about the kiss in the elevator. He figured the same rule applied to that one too.

“So you do regret the kiss in the elevator?”

He frowned, shaking his head. “I don’t regret either kiss.”

He didn’t? Now she was thoroughly bewildered, and apparently that was evident on her face, because Killian added, “I didn’t apologize for the kiss in the bar because I regretted it, just for how I did it. Without asking you, or even giving you a clue to what my plan was.”

“Oh.” That was all her muddled mind could manage.

“And the only thing I regret in the elevator is the fact you were so tipsy. Because I knew you might be unhappy about it later.”

“Oh,” she said. Well, this wasn’t at all what she’d expected.

Killian studied Poppy’s dazed expression, not sure what she was thinking.

During the night, he’d come to a conclusion about Poppy Reed. More than she needed a boyfriend, she needed to remember who she was, the things she loved and that she was a very desirable woman.

At the risk of sounding like some new-age relationship guru, if Poppy got back to who she was, then she’d be ready to meet this true love Daisy wanted for her.

He’d also decided forcing Poppy to deal with Adam before she was ready wasn’t the right way to do that. Maybe she just needed to get comfortable with men and be herself. Maybe the past needed to stay in the past for now.

“I’m starting to think we both have things we need to work through. You need to—”

Poppy nodded, finishing his sentence for him. “I need to deal with Adam, and you need to come to terms with Agnetha.”

Agnetha?

But he nodded, “Exactly.” Who or what was an Agnetha?

“I’m sorry,” she said, giving him a pained look. “Madison told me about your fiancée.”

Of course. Another brilliant story from the minds of teens. So now he had an ex-fiancée. At least he assumed she was an ex. It really would be nice of the girls to share these little facts of his pretend history
with him.

“I hope it’s okay that I know. Madison told me because I was confused by your dislike of blondes.”

He disliked blondes? Then he remembered the food court and his rejection of the tall blonde.

“Oh, sure, it’s okay,” he said.

So this was the story the girls had come up with to fix that snafu. He didn’t like blondes because of a blond fiancée. He supposed that was as good an excuse as any.

Poppy reached forward and touched his hand. “It must have been very hard.”

He nodded, looking down at her hand on his. “Yes, it was.”

So, girls, what awful thing happened? Did she die? Did they realize they weren’t suited? Maybe she left him for another man?

“And to leave you for the minister.”

Or for a man of the cloth. Of course. Couldn’t these girls ever come up with a normal story?

“Yes, that was very hard.” He nodded, looking down, feigning pain. “And makes you question your faith.”

Poppy squeezed his hand, her dainty fingers feeling good against his.

“They also told me about how you lost your show too. Seeing her every day, you had to leave—I’m sure.”

Ah, yes, his Swedish paranormal show that he apparently worked on with his ex-fiancée, Agnetha.

“What was your show called?” she asked.

Shit. He didn’t know. But neither did she, so he could just make up anything, right?

“Umm, Paranormal … Time.”

“Paranormal Time?”

“Well, that’s a loose translation from Swedish.” He paused, suddenly afraid maybe this wasn’t the Swedish television show they were talking about. Did he have another show? A non-paranormal one?

But Poppy nodded as if his response made perfect sense.

“But yes,” he said, moving back to the point of this whole conversation, “I think maybe we both need more time to work through how to date again. How to have any sort of relationship.”

Poppy didn’t say anything for a moment. Then she squeezed his hand and released him.

“I know you must still have things to work through,” she said as she shifted back against the pillows. “Look at me, the mere mention of Adam, and I wind up acting like a fool and sporting a hangover.”

Killian nodded, glad his tactic had worked.

Poppy yawned, and she let her head fall back against the pillows. She blinked, then blinked again, and he could tell she was exhausted.

He was too. All this emotional-sharing crap really drained a person. And a demon too, apparently.

“Why don’t you nap?” he said softly.

She widened her eyes as if doing so would suddenly cast off her sleepiness.

“I need to get to work. I have just a couple chapters left to edit in a law text.”

“Okay, well, stay still and let me get it for you. You can work on the couch today.”

She looked as if she was going to argue, then nodded. “The chapters are on my desk, and I need the red pencils that are there too.”

He nodded, heading off to her office. The first thing he noticed was her desk. Beautiful and antique, he noted as he gathered the items she needed. Then he went to the bookshelf beside her desk to find a large hardcover book she could use as a makeshift writing surface.

He pulled one out, flipping it to read the cover. The book had no title or author printed on it. Curious, he flipped the book open. Inside were drawings. Vivid, magical images created in colored pencil. Some in ink.

Poppy’s illustrations. Worlds of fairies and dragons and princesses and castles. They were amazing.

He looked back to the bookshelf, realizing there several more books like this one. Hundreds and hundreds of pictures Poppy had produced, images from her own mind.

“Are you finding everything okay?” she called from the other room.

He carefully replaced the sketchbook and grabbed another one, a hardcover about jewelry making, and returned to her.

“Yes,” he said with a smile. “I think I got everything.”

He handed her the items, then watched as she got herself situated. Once done, she looked up at him, one brow lifted in silent question.

“I’m just going to go clean up the kitchen,” he told her.

“You don’t have to do that.”

He shrugged. “I want to. Cleaning helps me think. You know, about this new show idea.”

“Okay,” Poppy said. “But I can clean it up later. You cooked, so I should clean.”

“Nah,” he said. “I’ve got it.” Plus he didn’t want to go back to that apartment. He’d much rather stay in Poppy’s bright, homey place. And if he was being honest, in her presence.

“Go ahead and work. I’m fine.”

Poppy did as he said and turned her attention to her editing. As she worked, she could hear Killian moving around the kitchen. Dishes being washed, cupboards being opened and closed. Unlike earlier, she found the noises pleasant. Comforting. Nice.

She finished a chapter, then allowed herself to drop her head back against the couch cushions and just listen to him cleaning.

Her thoughts drifted, thinking of what he’d said about both of them needing time to let go of their past relationships. He was right.

She should be over Adam, but she’d just never dealt with her loss. Maybe it was time.

Then she thought about Killian’s kisses. And her reaction to them. It might have been the alcohol, it probably was, but she didn’t recall Adam’s kisses affecting her like that.

Passionate, all-encompassing, earth-shattering kisses. Even just the memories made her breathless.

Of course, there hadn’t exactly been many kisses since Adam. None to be exact. So maybe any kiss would have thrown her body into overdrive.

One thing was for sure: She did need to let Adam go. She needed to stop holding on to the past. She felt a closeness with Killian over this. He understood her hurt over Adam, because he’d lived through heartbreak too.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Poppy opened her eyes to see Killian leaning in the doorway, wiping his hands on a dish towel, concern burning in his golden eyes.

She smiled, then said with certainty, “Yes, and I want to go to that gig.”

C
HAPTER
25

“H
e’s been here the past few evenings,” Daisy whispered, peering around the corner from the hallway to spy on her sister and Killian in the living room. They sat on the couch, one of them on each end, watching television.

“Well, he said he was going to get to know her,” Madison said, watching them with her.

Emma snuck occasional peeks too.

“But how’s he going to find her Mr. Right, if all they do is hang out in our apartment?”

Killian said something to Poppy and she laughed. Her reaction seemed real and carefree. Daisy loved hearing her laughter. She loved seeing her sister having fun. She was just worried.

She nudged Madison, then gestured for both girls to follow her back to her room.

“I think they’re falling for each other,” Daisy said, once they were in the room with the door shut.

“Nah,” Madison said. “You already told him that he can’t let that happen. And he has to do what you say. The book was clear about that.”

Daisy nodded. “True. And he has done everything else we told him to do.”

“They are just becoming friends,” Madison said, flopping down on Daisy’s bed. She began flipping through the newest
Seventeen.

Emma sat down in the fuzzy hot-pink beanbag in the corner, reaching for the English homework they were supposed to be working on. But she just opened the book, letting it rest in her lap.

“I think it’s nice they are becoming friends,” Emma said with one of her small, dreamy smiles. “Poppy doesn’t seem to have many, and they actually get along well.”

Daisy couldn’t argue with that. Her sister was sort of friends with Ginger and Emma’s mother, Sara. And she did have a few friends at work, but really she’d cut herself off from the world since their parents had died. She supposed a pal was good for Poppy. And she did seem to genuinely like Killian.

“But isn’t she going to be sad when he goes back to—you know?” Emma dipped her head toward the floor.

Madison rolled her eyes. “We’ll just tell her he moved back to Sweden.”

Daisy smiled, shaking her head. “That works.”

Maybe Sweden wasn’t such a bad place to say he was from after all. Poppy wouldn’t very well go visit him there.

“And let’s face it,” Madison said in her pragmatic way as she flipped through the magazine, “once Killian finds Poppy her soul mate, she’ll be all into that. She won’t even care about him anymore. If she even does now.”

Daisy supposed that was true. She probably was worrying for no good reason.

A knock rattled the door, and all three girls froze.

After a moment, Daisy’s heart rate went back to normal, and she opened the door.

Poppy stood on the other side. Her eyes moved over Daisy, then her gaze shifted past Daisy to her friends.

“What are you girls doing?”

Daisy and the other girls exchanged looks.

“We’re just working on our English papers,” Daisy said, her voice surprisingly calm, even to her.

To back up Daisy’s words, Emma held up her copy of the book they’d read:
Much Ado About Nothing.

Daisy really hoped that was what she was feeling about her sister and the demon. Then she noticed Poppy had changed from her usual jeans and T-shirt to a cute skirt and sweater.

“Why are you dressed up?”

Poppy looked down at herself. Now she was the one with the decidedly guilty expression.

“Killian and I have decided to go out for a bit. We’re going to check out that art gallery show.”

The
singles
art gallery show.

Daisy’s concern flitted away like her attention to the term paper she claimed they were working on. Things were okay. Killian was on the task, and Poppy was agreeing to go out. It was all good.

“Will you girls be okay for a bit?” Poppy asked, her guilt replaced by that searching look of hers.

Daisy nodded right away. “Sure. We’ll just be here working.”

Poppy considered that, then raised an eyebrow at Madison. The girl pushed away the magazine and held up her copy of Shakespeare too.

Poppy’s gaze moved from one girl to the next until it returned to Daisy. She nodded. “Okay. Make sure you get those papers done. We won’t be late.”

“We will,” Daisy assured her. “Have fun.”

Daisy closed the door, then turned to grin at her friends. She didn’t have anything to worry about. The quest for a soul mate was still full steam ahead.