It had undergone extensive renovations so Aidan was comfortable here, but I knew he liked it too—mostly because he was close to Conor. That was handy for me as it made it easier to snoop and, as of right now, would be the perfect distraction.
Coffee in hand, cellphone tucked into the waistband of my yoga pants, I headed toward the front door and made my way to the security door that had led to me meeting my soul mate all those months ago.
Back then, Lodestar had helped me break into Conor’s apartment. Now, I had a direct line to the man himself.
"‘Sup?"
"It’s me, Conor."
"So?"
"So, I want to come in."
He heaved a sigh. "Why?"
"Because I want to talk to you."
"We’re talking now."
"I want to speak to you face to face."
Silently, he released the lock on the door so that I could push it open.
Most people wouldn’t use this entrance, but most people didn’t have a weirdo for a brother-in-law. Or, in his case, a sister-in-law.
Poor Aidan had to deal with both of us on a daily basis.
Standing on the helicopter pad as I overlooked the city, it’d be easy for some to get an attack of vertigo at this height, but ignoring the view, I strode over to the stairs.
Before Christmas, I’d been in such a rush, bleeding and injured from a home invasion, brain clearly not working and frazzled from, ya know, the murder attempt, that I’d fallen down the steps.
Now, I took them carefully, sipping my coffee as I made my way down onto Conor’s terrace.
He was standing there, one arm braced against the door, feet bare, a brooding expression gracing his handsome features.
If Aidan didn’t make my body sizzle, I swore Conor would be the one who got me locked and loaded.
He had that whole intense genius aura, and his eyes, whenever you looked into them, you just knew he’d been to hell and, for the right person, would go straight back there to save them from themselves.
I figured that was pretty apt considering he had feelings for Star.
If anyone's crib was next door to Lucifer’s, it was Lodestar.
"You heard from her?"
That that was his first question, when my thoughts had just taken me there too, had me jolting in surprise.
But this was Conor.
He read between the lines with an accuracy that was enviable.
"No. You?"
His mouth tightened. That was all the answer I got before he turned around and headed inside without another word.
I followed him from the terrace and into his living room.
Conor had the weirdest taste.