“Are you telling me Killian Cross is on his way here right now?” She bites her lip and nods reluctantly. “Exactly how many times has Cross asked you out?” I ask. She wrings her hands together. “Twice. And it’s been months. We’re just good friends, not that it’s any of your business.” I see red. “Not my fucking business? Are you high? Everything about you is my business.” She backs up but it’s too late. In two steps I’m on her. I pull her to me and slam my mouth down on hers. Instead of fighting it, her arms wrap around me. I fist her hair, and she gasps, giving…