Chapter 22
Killian’s POV
I kept my hand resting lightly on Diana’s shoulder as we walked through the corridor, ensuring she stayed close. She was a handful, that much was clear, but there was something charming about her boldness and quick wit. Beside her, Devon trailed behind quietly, his gaze darting around as if committing every detail to memory. He had always been so keen and attentive.
I glanced at them, then shook my head to clear my thoughts. I could not stop replaying the scene back in the restaurant. Dominic had acted so... at ease around them. It grated on me, how natural he seemed with the twins, like he belonged there, and as if the twins belonged to him.
A flicker of doubt gnawed at me. What if Dominic...?
No. Samantha would have told me if—
But would she?
She had always been secretive about the twins’ father, and I respected her decision to keep it from everyone else. But not that Dominic was coming into the picture and how she did not want him to find out about them, I can’t help but wonder.
Diana tugged at my hand, breaking me from my thoughts. “Are you sure we are not in trouble?” she asked, her voice filled with suspicion but laced with just enough sweetness to test my patience.
“Oh, you are definitely in trouble,” I said, keeping my tone light but firm. “Your mom is going to have a lot to say about this.”
Diana groaned dramatically, her free hand flopping against her side. “But we did not do anything wrong!”
Devon snorted quietly. “We snuck out, Di.”
Diana shot him a look, then turned back to me. “We were not lost or anything. It is not like we needed help.”