Fiona and I exchange a look at breakfast while her dad prattles on.She smirks, and I hold a finger to my lips. Hayes notices.“You girls smell anything?I thought I heard you two talking downstairs at some point.”He gives me a smile, the same smirk as his sister, but teasing.“Through the vent in my room.” “Nope.”Fiona glares at him, reaching for another biscuit.“Slept like a baby.” “Bet you did,” he mutters, and when Fiona kicks him under the table, he gives me another smile.I realize he’s flirting, though borderline ratting us out is hardly my idea of sweet talk. Clueless as Killian is, Jane knows exactly what’s going on—all of it.Nothing gets by her.“So, Erin,” she says, coming to my rescue, “when’s the big date with Alex?”
