"Star? Are you listening to me?"
I blinked at the rumble in his voice.
I knew what he looked like.
One word: YUMMY.
And I never used that word.
Not even to describe Phish food or candy corn, both of which were life.
I even thought he might be hotter than Atomic Fireballs, which was pretty goddamn sacrilegious.
"I’m listening," I retorted. "I’m always listening."
He grunted. "Was that supposed to sound creepy?"
"Of course," I assured him. "What would be the point otherwise?"
Conor snickered, then asked, "Did you patch up that back door you hacked into my server?"
"I did." That was where another round of feelings came into play. Squirming on my seat which only made my broken leg and bruised hip ache all the more—long story short, I’d been blown up along with the Sinners’ MC compound—I muttered, "Conor?"
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
He paused. "Huh?"
We’d never really done personal stuff. Not until recently. He knew I was Gerard Sullivan’s daughter now, and I knew he’d been molested as a kid. That changed things.
"Are you okay?" I repeated.
"Why are you asking?"
I huffed. "No need to sound so damn suspicious. It’s just a question."
"Why are you asking though?"
I squirmed some more, wondering why this was hard when, ordinarily, I’d have taken great pleasure in bruising a guy’s ego. "When Savannah called me and asked me to hack into your security so she could gain access to your helipad, I noticed something."
"What?" Conor asked warily.
"Your code’s weak. I think someone’s been trying to get in, but they’re not good enough. They’re trying to circumvent it, but I don’t think you’ve noticed."
I heard his hesitation, then he rumbled, "Thank you for telling me. I know that must have been hard for you."
It was when he said shit like that, that I wanted to melt in a puddle of Phish food. Seriously. Hackers were arrogant, cocky SOBs with massive egos and small dick syndrome.
They didn’t thank you for looping them into a weakness in their system.
But Conor did.
Conor did and it made me feel weird inside. All warm and shit.
It wasn’t comfortable.
He couldn't have a small dick, could he? That just wouldn't be fair.