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When his grandfather died, Connor inheritedeverything, and I’m pretty sure that amounts to tens of billions of pounds.
As we turn from baggage claim, we start walking toward the exit. There, we notice a strikingly handsome older gentleman dressed in a black chauffeur’s uniform holding a sign that reads “KENNEDY & CONNOR.”
“As if we wouldn’t recognize him,” Connor says with an amused chuckle.
“Hamish hasn’t changed at all,” I say.
Hamish travels everywhere with Will, so when he and Skye are in the US, so is Hamish. And when they return to England, Hamish is right there with them. He’s an extension of their family, same as Maggie, their housekeeper.
“Looks like the old chap has a bit more gray at his temples since I last saw him,” Connor says. “But other than that, he looks pretty much the same.” Connor’s smile falters as he gazes down at me. “You haven’t change one bit either, Ken. Sorry, I meantKennedy.”
Hearing him call meKenin that damn accent of his makes my knees weak. To distract myself, I laugh. “For the record, Connor, you’re full of it. I’m nearly thirty now.”
“You’re twenty-eight, to be exact. Your birthday isn’t for three more months.”
He remembers my birthday.
I remember his, too. It’s October twelfth, and he’ll be twenty-four this fall.
Hamish lowers his sign. “Well, look at the two of you,” he says in his gruff Scottish accent. He nods to each of us. “It’s wonderful to see you both again. Miss Takahashi, might I say you’re looking splendid. And you, sir—Connor—dashing as always.” He beams at us, like an indulgent uncle. “What a coincidence you arrived on the same flight.”
“It was hardly a coincidence, was it?” I ask. “Your boss tricked us.”
“Really?” Hamish attempts to sound surprised. “How convenient then, that I can drive you both to the house.” He reaches for the handle of my wheeled suitcase. “Shall we? The car’s not far.”
Connor and I follow Hamish across the street to the airport parking garage. A black Mercedes sedan is parked in a VIP spot on the ground floor, so it’s a short walk.
I climb into the back seat of the vehicle while Hamish and Connor load our luggage into the trunk. Shortly after the lid slams shut, Hamish slides into the driver’s seat.
Connor slips in beside me. “Your luggage is safely stowed in theboot.”
I can’t help but smile. “Don’t you mean thetrunk?”
He scoffs, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “I know what I said.”
It’s so hard not to smile. “I thought you’d want to sit up front with Hamish.”
“And miss an opportunity to sit with you? Never.”
I catch a whiff of his familiar cologne, and it makes my belly quiver. I do my best to ignore the tingles I’m getting from sitting so close to him. I wonder if he’s feeling them, too.
To my surprise, he turns to face forward, as if nothing happened, and starts up a conversation with Hamish.
Being this close to him brings back so many memories. Mental images of the two of us in bed together—laughing, sleeping, spooning, making love, having tickle fights—they flash through my mind like a movie montage. A shiver skates down my spine, lighting up all the nerve endings in my body.
All of them, damn it.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Chapter 4
Connor Murphy
I suppress a smile as I lean forward in my seat so I can chat with Hamish. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him—not since Will and Skye were last in London about six months ago, still early in her pregnancy. I force myself to ignore Kennedy. I know her—she needs her space sometimes, especially when she’s stressed. Like she is right now. I’m not going to make the same mistake I made with her in the past. I was too eager, too enthusiastic, back then, and it backfired on me. I must have chased her away. This time, I’ll play it cool and see if I get a different response.
Besides, I’d have to be blind not to have seen the effect I had on her moments ago when she realized I would be sitting beside her in the car. I saw how her breath caught and her eyes widened. She sucked in a shaky breath, and it took everything in me not to respond—not to reassure her everything was okay.
So, I’m doing the next best thing. I’m ignoring her.
