Conor:That’s disappointing that not everything is accurate.
Star:Tell me about it. I almost cried when I saw that. So I have to be careful with what I read. I can’t just accept it as fact.
Conor:Probably for the best. Though it would speed things up if you could.
Conor:I think you need a break.
Star:Probably.
Conor:Feel like playingHalonow?
Star:Why not? Not getting anything else done. FML.
Conor:We’ll get there, Star. I promise.
Star:Thanks, Con. <3
Conor::)
11
CONOR
PRESENT DAY
Forty-eight hours later,after I staggered out of the car, I hovered in place on the sidewalk as it immediately took off.
Denny was back on the door and he called out, “You okay there, Mr. O’Donnelly, sir?”
I squinted at him. “Thanks, Denny. Could you get me a cab?”
His smile was hesitant. “Sure thing, sir.”
I cringed at the title.
“It’s Conor. Remember?” I mumbled. “Sorry about the other night.”
“That’s fine, Mr. Conor. Did you watch the game yesterday?”
My lips twisted. “Nah. Did the Rangers win?”
“The Islanders skated circles around them and shut them out.”
“Good, good.”
His eyes flared. “Everything all right, Mr. Conor? You usually love the Rangers—” Before I had to answer, a cab rolled up in front of me. “Where do you want to go?”
I blinked at him, uncertain ofwhereI wanted to be, just aware that I needed not to be at home.
That was why I blurted out Aoife and Finn’s address. It felt like a second home in the city, and I needed not to be alone right now.
Head ringing, I sat down heavily in the backseat and waved farewell to Denny as the driver got me away from my building.
As he wended us through the horrific traffic, I accepted that a part of my mind was still functioning. Aoife and Finn’s place was where I needed to be, but I sure as fuck didn’t want Temper Black rolling me up to their brownstone.
Sure, she could have found their address easily, but I wasn’t about to hand over catnip to a lion.
In our Brothers we trust.