her; she grabbed the steak knife and brought it down point first into the table, driving it a full half inch into the wood of the table. Killian pulled back, shocked. She looked at him, her breathing suddenly hard and her face completely flushed.
She stood abruptly, flinging the chair backwards. Without a word she turned and marched for the door of the restaurant. Killian leapt out of the chair and ran after her. “Cece, wait! Wait, please.” She ignored him and kept up her relentless walk for the door. He finally caught up to her, just inside the exit, and grabbed her elbow. “Stop.” He snapped the command. He was in no mood to play around.
Cece whirled around and yanked her arm out of his grip. “Don't you ever grab me!”
“Then you need to stop when I tell you to.” The words were growled at her.
She stepped into him. “I am not someone you want to fuck with, Killian McInnis.”
“Nor am I, Frances Robbe.” The words were hissed at her angrily. “I thought you knew that your shit of a brother had taken up with Oetler. I would have broken that news more carefully if I had known you weren't aware of it.”
The host appeared in the hallway with a phone in his hand. “Sir, shall I call the police?”
“No.” Killian didn't hesitate. “Ms Robbe is having a very bad day. We'll be leaving now.”
“I'll be leaving now.”
Killian gave her a withering look. “ We will be leaving now.” He looked over at the host. “Please bill me for the table, knife and the meal. And accept my apologies for the scene.”
“Of course, Doctor.” The host nodded and the relief was visible on his face. “Shall I fetch the lady's belongings?”
“Yes, please.” The host walked away and Killian took Cece's elbow again. She tried to wrestle it away, but he held on tight. “Stop. Right now. You stabbed a knife into a table top. You're lucky I told him not to call the cops because that was a terroristic threat, even if it wasn't directed at anyone.”
“Let go of me, Killian.” She was still struggling.
The host came scurrying back with Cece's purse and jacket. Cece tried to pull free to grab the object from him, but Killian calmly held her back as he retrieved the jacket and purse. He held onto the purse while Cece grabbed the jacket and shoved it back on. The host scurried away and Cece snatched her purse. She banged through the door out into the cool fall air, and Killian kept up with her.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving,” she said. “I’m going to find my brother and drive a steak knife through his heart instead of the table.”
“ Frances . Stop. Now.” He didn’t want to pull out his Dom voice, not with her. But Cece was acting completely irrationally, and he needed her to calm down. She halted, then turned on her heel and looked at him. “You need to stop and relax. I understand you’re furious, and you have every right to be, but you can’t act like this. You stabbed a knife into a table.”
She started him for a very long moment, and he saw some of her anger leave her face. What left her face was not the anger about her brother, but the anger towards him. She still seethed about Chas, but seemed to realize she was misdirecting. “I… apologize, Kay. That was completely out of character for me and shouldn’t have happened.”
“You have every fucking right on the planet to be pissed about what your brother is doing here, every single thing. But you can’t let it get to you like that.” Killian sighed. “Well, we can’t go back in there and I’m still hungry and you still need to talk. So. Dinner. Legends?”
“Where?”
“Legends at the North Shore. Oh you’ve never been, so we’re going.” Killian smiled and motioned her down the street to where his car was waiting.
They walked a towards the car. “Really, I’m sorry, Kay.”
“Don’t sweat it.” He waved it off. “I really thought you knew. I mean, he’s only your brother. Why would he tell you something as
She stood abruptly, flinging the chair backwards. Without a word she turned and marched for the door of the restaurant. Killian leapt out of the chair and ran after her. “Cece, wait! Wait, please.” She ignored him and kept up her relentless walk for the door. He finally caught up to her, just inside the exit, and grabbed her elbow. “Stop.” He snapped the command. He was in no mood to play around.
Cece whirled around and yanked her arm out of his grip. “Don't you ever grab me!”
“Then you need to stop when I tell you to.” The words were growled at her.
She stepped into him. “I am not someone you want to fuck with, Killian McInnis.”
“Nor am I, Frances Robbe.” The words were hissed at her angrily. “I thought you knew that your shit of a brother had taken up with Oetler. I would have broken that news more carefully if I had known you weren't aware of it.”
The host appeared in the hallway with a phone in his hand. “Sir, shall I call the police?”
“No.” Killian didn't hesitate. “Ms Robbe is having a very bad day. We'll be leaving now.”
“I'll be leaving now.”
Killian gave her a withering look. “ We will be leaving now.” He looked over at the host. “Please bill me for the table, knife and the meal. And accept my apologies for the scene.”
“Of course, Doctor.” The host nodded and the relief was visible on his face. “Shall I fetch the lady's belongings?”
“Yes, please.” The host walked away and Killian took Cece's elbow again. She tried to wrestle it away, but he held on tight. “Stop. Right now. You stabbed a knife into a table top. You're lucky I told him not to call the cops because that was a terroristic threat, even if it wasn't directed at anyone.”
“Let go of me, Killian.” She was still struggling.
The host came scurrying back with Cece's purse and jacket. Cece tried to pull free to grab the object from him, but Killian calmly held her back as he retrieved the jacket and purse. He held onto the purse while Cece grabbed the jacket and shoved it back on. The host scurried away and Cece snatched her purse. She banged through the door out into the cool fall air, and Killian kept up with her.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving,” she said. “I’m going to find my brother and drive a steak knife through his heart instead of the table.”
“ Frances . Stop. Now.” He didn’t want to pull out his Dom voice, not with her. But Cece was acting completely irrationally, and he needed her to calm down. She halted, then turned on her heel and looked at him. “You need to stop and relax. I understand you’re furious, and you have every right to be, but you can’t act like this. You stabbed a knife into a table.”
She started him for a very long moment, and he saw some of her anger leave her face. What left her face was not the anger about her brother, but the anger towards him. She still seethed about Chas, but seemed to realize she was misdirecting. “I… apologize, Kay. That was completely out of character for me and shouldn’t have happened.”
“You have every fucking right on the planet to be pissed about what your brother is doing here, every single thing. But you can’t let it get to you like that.” Killian sighed. “Well, we can’t go back in there and I’m still hungry and you still need to talk. So. Dinner. Legends?”
“Where?”
“Legends at the North Shore. Oh you’ve never been, so we’re going.” Killian smiled and motioned her down the street to where his car was waiting.
They walked a towards the car. “Really, I’m sorry, Kay.”
“Don’t sweat it.” He waved it off. “I really thought you knew. I mean, he’s only your brother. Why would he tell you something as
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