Orla knew what he was talking about and that aggravated her annoyance. He didn't deem it fit to talk about his late brother and now he wanted to know about her family.

She chewed the inside of her cheeks and shrugged her shoulders. "We are not close, Callan. I don't feel comfortable telling you about my past."

The response pierced his chest, deeper than a cut. He tried to wave it off with a smile, but Orla glimpse the mortification in his eyes.

"Will you tell me all about it if we're closer than this?" He asked.

She looked at him, studying him as he studied her. The smile was...