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Connor frowned. “Yeah. He thinks he owes me, but the truth is, his family bailed me out when I was a kid. Nothing I’ve done would be enough to repay them.”
Despite the explanation he’d promised earlier, Connor’s voluntary statement caught Kelsey off guard, surprising her almost as much as his kiss. She shook her head and protested, “Just because I spilled my guts doesn’t mean you have to—”
“I want to,” he interrupted. “I should have told you about my past last night, but I haven’t told anyone since Señora Delgado pried it out of me as a kid.”
“You—you didn’t tell anyone?” Kelsey prodded.
You didn’t tell Emily?
His penetrating gaze read into the heart of her question, hearing what she hadn’t asked, and he vowed, “I didn’t tell anyone.”
And suddenly Kelsey wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Listening to what he had to say seemed to take on a greater significance because Connor wanted to tell her, to confide in her, something he’d never told Emily.
Without saying another word, Connor stepped forward, his long strides erasing the distance between them. He caught her hand and led her over to the love seat her friends had surprised her with. She’d been overwhelmed by their generosity. The sofa would be the perfect place for her soon-to-be-married couples to sit side by side and decide floral arrangements, wedding invitations, dinner menus.
But as soon as Connor sank down onto the love seat, she decided it would be the perfect place for her to curl up in his arms, the perfect place to kiss him and never stop. The masculine-feminine contrast sent a slow roll of awareness through her stomach as he settled back against the rose-covered cushions. In faded cotton and rough worn denim, he should have looked out of place; instead, his broad shoulders and wide chest looked far more comfortable and inviting than the floral chintz ever could.
Swallowing, she folded onto the couch beside him, one leg bent and angled toward Connor. He stared straight ahead, keeping his silence, and Kelsey sensed his thoughts drifting back to a past he’d purposely chosen not to face…until now.
Taking a deep breath, he said, “My father was a truck driver. Eighteen-wheeler. He worked hard, drank hard. He was…strict.”
The tension in Connor’s shoulders and the way his hands tightened into fists gave a clear definition of the word. Her heart ached for the boy he’d been, a boy she could picture so easily. Dark hair that was too long, a body that was too skinny, and a gaze that was too old. She could see him in her mind as if, somehow, he’d been there all along.
Crazy, she thought, but she felt she knew him so well. And now that Connor was willing to give out answers, did she dare ask more questions? Could she risk getting to know him even better?
In the end, no matter the potential danger to her heart, Kelsey had to ask. Not because she needed to hear the story…but because Connor needed to tell it. “And your mother?” she asked softly.
One by one his fingers unclenched then slowly laced together as if cradling something precious. “She was a dreamer. She was always…looking for something. Always hoping for a better life, only she never found it. I was eight when she died. She’d been taking art lessons, or maybe it was a dance class. I can’t remember.”
Connor cleared his throat. “Anyway, this place wasn’t in the best part of town. I begged her not to go. I knew something bad was going to happen. But she went anyway. No one knows exactly what happened,” he added, the tension pulling at his shoulders revealing how much not knowing still troubled him, “but the police figured a mugging went wrong. Either my mom fought back or the guy panicked, and the gun went off.”
“Oh, Connor, I’m so sorry.” Just as she feared, her heart ached a little more at the telling, and she longed to reach out to him, to comfort him. But she didn’t. This time it was her turn to twist her fingers together, strangling the desire to touch him.
Because—despite his kiss—she still feared her touch wasn’t the one Connor wanted.
But he never told Emily about his family. He’s telling you! Aching or not, her heart had the strength to argue, and Kelsey felt her resistance crumbling.
“The guy stole her purse and wallet,” Connor went on as if she hadn’t spoken. “It took three days before the police figured out who she was.”
“Didn’t your dad report her missing?”
“He was on a long-distance drive. He didn’t know anything was wrong.”
“But when your mother didn’t come home, someone must have tried to get hold of him. The people you were staying with—” As soon as she said the words, realization flooded Kelsey and her breath caught. “You were alone, weren’t you?”
“My mom thought I was old enough to take care of myself, and it should have only been for a few hours.”
Hours that had stretched into days.
“Wasn’t there anyone you could call? A friend of the family?”
“Probably, but hell, I was eight. My mom had told me she was going to be right back. Calling someone would have been like admitting something was wrong, admitting she wasn’t coming back. Ever.”
Kelsey felt heartsick at the thought of the frightened, abandoned boy Connor had been. “You were so young. How did you get on without her?”
“My dad and I stumbled along, but he always blamed my mom for dying. If she’d been happy with her life, if she hadn’t always been out looking for more and expecting something better, she’d still be alive. If she’d just listened to me. I could have—”
Saved her. Connor didn’t say the words, but they rang in the silence and underscored everything he did. “It’s not your fault, Connor,” she insisted, and this time she couldn’t keep from reaching out and grasping his hands as if she could somehow heal the pain and guilt with her touch. “People make their own decisions, and you aren’t responsible for their choices.”
“No, only for my own,” he agreed darkly, but tension tightened his hands into rock-hard fists.
Her family was so wrong about Connor. He wasn’t out to ruin Emily’s wedding—he was trying to save her from a past he couldn’t possibly change. But Kelsey still wasn’t convinced Todd was the threat Connor thought him to be. After all, Connor’s gut reaction had pinned Matt to the restaurant, mistakenly seeing her ex-boyfriend as a physical threat. Wasn’t it possible Todd was as harmless as Matt, and Connor was looking through the eyes of the past and seeing a danger that wasn’t there?
“I can’t imagine what that must have been like to lose your mother so suddenly.” So violently. “But don’t you think maybe that’s colored the way you see people?”
“People like Dunworthy?” he asked with a wry twist to his lips. He pulled his hands out from beneath hers in the pretense of shifting to face her on the love seat. “I know you think I’m wrong about him, but it’s because of my past that I’m sure I’m right.” As if sensing her doubt, he asked, “Haven’t you ever met someone and instantly known the kind of person they are?”
Thoughts of her first impression of Connor assailed Kelsey. The bad boy. The troublemaker. The man out to ruin Emily’s wedding and destroy Kelsey’s chance to prove herself to her family, to make her mother proud…But he was so much more than that.
“Maybe once or twice.”
“Like when you met me?”
One corner of his mouth kicked up with the teasing comment, but the smile lacked full-force charm, his heart not in it. The emotional waters had gotten too deep, and Connor was clearly pulling back to shallower depths. And Kelsey almost wished she had stayed on the surface, wished she could still see Connor the way he wanted to be seen—cocky, self-confident, unbreakable. But she felt herself going under, caught by the pull of this man who was so much more than the rebel he played.
Struggling to break free, she focused on the easy out Connor had taken and followed him to more solid ground. “I knew you were going to be trouble the moment I met you. Does that count?”
“Talk about biased,” he murmured. “How many Connor McClane stories have you heard over the years?”
“More than a few.”
“More than a few hundred, if your aunt and uncle had anything to say about it.” The teasing tone stayed in his voice, but Kelsey could tell her family’s poor opinion of him still rankled. He was clearly out to prove the Wilsons wrong, but Kelsey suspected he had as much to prove to himself. “And here I’ve been a perfect gentleman.”
“Well, not perfect,” she argued. But who wanted perfect? Perfect was for women like her cousins; Kelsey much preferred the real thing to Ken-like perfection.
“I’m crushed. Señora Delgado will be so disappointed.”
“Señora Delgado?”
“Javy’s mother.”
“How did you and Javy meet?”
“We went to school together. Mrs. Brown’s sixth-grade glass.”
“And you two became fast friends?”
“Nah, we hated each other. I can’t even remember why. Oh, wait, it had something to do with a girl. We thought we were pretty hot stuff on the playground. Both trying to impressAlicia Martin. Unfortunately for us, she had a thing for older men.”
“Eighth grader?” Kelsey guessed, playing along to maintain the teasing mood.
“Worse. P.E. teacher. And man, the guy was old. Like twenty-five. Anyway, we bonded over a couple of cafeteria juice boxes, and I started hanging out with him at his mother’s restaurant. Before long, I was washing dishes and bussing tables. If the Delgados hadn’t fed me through most of junior high and high school, I don’t know what I would have done. Probably would have dropped out to work full-time if Maria hadn’t stopped me.”
Kelsey knew the drop-out rate was horrible, especially in Arizona, but as much as she’d hated school, she never once considered not finishing. “How did she stop you?”
“By telling me I should,” Connor said wryly. “She said anyone foolish enough to give up a free education didn’t deserve one.”
Smiling at the woman’s use of reverse psychology, Kelsey said, “I think I’d like to meet her. Not every woman has enough influence to keep a boy in school and teach him to clear dishes off a table.”
“You’re on. Let’s go to the Delgados’ restaurant. Maybe Maria will be there.”
Kelsey swallowed. Was Connor asking her out? On a date? She waited for the little voice in her head to tell her this was a bad idea, but she didn’t hear it. Possibly because it was drowned out by the big voice screaming, “Go for it!”
She knew the voice of reason would be back, loud and clear, and ready to say “I told you so” if she let herself fall for Connor. But that worry, like the voice, seemed far off, and she couldn’t resist the chance to spend more time with Connor.
“I’m a mess,” she said in weak protest. “I can’t go anywhere looking like this.”
As Connor’s gaze swept over her, Kelsey felt her face heat. She could only imagine what he saw. She had spackle under her nails, drywall dust in her hair, and more splotches of paint than freckles covering her arms. She was sweaty and disheveled, and even though Connor had worked as hard as anyone, he looked—
Gorgeous, she thought with a sigh, taking in the lock of dark hair he’d constantly pushed back from his paint-streaked forehead, the hint of five o’clock shadow shading his jaw, the damp T-shirt that molded to his shoulders and chest.
“I’ll pick you up at your place in half an hour,” he said as he stood and reached down to pull her to her feet.
Kelsey shook her head, ready to refuse, and yet when she opened her mouth she said, “An hour.”
“Forty-five minutes.”
“An hour.” She laughed as she shoved him toward the door. “And not a minute sooner.”
Chapter Seven
Mariachi music greeted Connor as he opened the car door. Judging by the nearly full parking lot, the restaurant was packed. The lunch hour tended to draw patrons from nearby businesses; at night, the place had more of a party atmosphere. The music would play, tables would be pushed aside to create a dance floor, and he was definitely looking forward to slow dancing with Kelsey.
He was looking forward to the entire evening with an anticipation that caught him off guard. After spilling his guts the way he had, escape should have been the only thing on his mind. He never talked about his past—never—and as little as two days ago, the thought of opening up about a time that still left him feeling lost and vulnerable would have tied his stomach into barbed-wire knots. And the thought of confiding in a Wilson!
Connor shook his head in disbelief, even as he admitted Kelsey was no ordinary Wilson. She might not fit the Wilsons’ model of perfection, but she fit his.
He rounded the car to open Kelsey’s door, a split second too late, as it turned out. She already had one shapely leg extended, but he was in time to reach out a hand to help her out. Surprise lit her gaze, as if she hadn’t considered his invitation to dinner a real date.
And despite the casual, last-minute offer, Connor realized he very much wanted this to be a real date. The kind of date where everyone in the restaurant would know Kelsey was with him. The kind where he never wanted the night to end and where, when the evening finally did end, a good-night kiss was not only expected, but breathlessly anticipated.
And when that time came, Connor vowed, he’d make sure there was no doubt in Kelsey’s mind.
“You look amazing,” he murmured, placing a hand at the small of her back.
Pleasure brightened her eyes and put color in her cheeks despite the less-than-original compliment. But hell, it was more than her looks. It was Kelsey. She amazed him.
“Thank you.” She smoothed her hands over the embroidered skirt she wore. “I was hoping it wouldn’t be too dressy.”
“It’s perfect.” The flared skirt and off-the-shoulder blouse had a Spanish touch that emphasized her curves, and he wondered again how she could be so oblivious to how good she looked.
But that mix of confidence and insecurity was so much a part of Kelsey. He’d watched her divide the workload and make decisions without hesitation this afternoon, giving him an idea of how good a wedding coordinator she must be. Yet that confidence completely deserted her when it came to her personal life.
Living with the Wilsons had done that to her, Connor was certain of it. They’d stripped her of her confidence, of her faith in her abilities, which they deemed worthless and beneath them.
Same way they’d declared him worthless and beneath them.
Connor shook off the dark thoughts as they stepped inside the restaurant. The scent of sizzling fajitas and salsa reminded him Trey hadn’t been too far off about Sara’s lunch. The caterer had brought delicate sandwiches and a fruit salad that looked more like a table centerpiece than something to eat.
“Man, I’m starving. I had a total slave driver nearly work me to death and only feed me bread and water.”
“It was sandwiches, not just bread. And sparkling water, if that makes you feel any better.” Kelsey laughed. “Besides, you volunteered, remember?”
“Yeah, I did.” And he’d gladly do it again. Just looking into her excited brown eyes, listening to her laughter, made him feel—Connor thought for a moment, searching for the right word—happy. At peace. With nothing to prove, nothing to make up for. For the first time in his life, despite spilling the story of his sorry, less-than-sterling past, Connor felt he could be himself and that alone would be enough.
Except you didn’t tell Kelsey the whole story, his conscience argued, dimming his contentment.
He hadn’t told her about the money he’d taken, money he’d given to the Delgados to save the restaurant that pulsed with life around them. The business meant the world to Maria, especially following the dark days after her husband passed away. But Miguel’s medical bills and the damage caused by an accidental grease fire had almost ruined the restaurant financially. In an effort to save it, Connor had taken the money from Gordon Wilson instead of throwing the check back in the smug SOB’s face.
He knew what the older man thought. That he was nothing more than a gold-digging opportunist. But he was starting to think Kelsey might be the one Wilson, the one woman, to understand.
Was that why he’d invited her here? So she could meet Maria Delgado and see how important the woman was to him? So she could see for herself why he’d taken the money?
“Kelsey—”
“How about this? I’ll pay for dinner tonight, compensation for all that slave labor?” she suggested as she stepped forward to talk to the hostess.
“Kelsey, wait.” He caught her hand, wanting, needing to tell her the whole truth.
The seriousness in his tone made her eyes widen. “Hey, if you want to pay—”
“It’s not that. I need to tell you—”
“Connor! Mijo!”
Hearing the familiar voice, Connor turned toward the sound with a large dose of relief and only the smallest amount of disappointment. The moment was gone, and he focused on Maria Delgado as she moved among the crowded tables toward him. She hadn’t changed from the woman he remembered. Sure, she had a touch more gray in her waist-length hair and a few more wrinkles, but her dark eyes were as warm and welcoming as ever.
“Señora!” Connor bent to wrap his arms around the diminutive woman.
“My son told me you had come home! It is so good for you to be back!”
“It’s good to see you, too.” Seeing the undisguised interest in the older woman’s eyes, he added, “Maria Delgado, this is Kelsey Wilson.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Delgado. Connor has told me a lot about you and how much your family means to him.”
Maria beamed at him like a proud mother. “Connor, he is family,” she said to Kelsey. “And for him to bring you here, you must be very special. Never has he brought a young lady to the restaurant.”
The implication that he’d brought Kelsey “home” to meet his family should have sent panic shooting like warning flares through his system, and yet seeing the two women talking and laughing together felt…right.
Kelsey also ignored the too-telling observation, but an adorable blush lit her cheeks as she added, “Your restaurant is amazing. I have to admit, I’ve never cared for Mexican food, but the quesadilla I had the other day was delicious.”
“I always say, people who do not like Mexican food have not had my food.” Maria pressed a hand against her bosom, pride shining in her dark eyes.
As Maria led them through a maze of crowded tables, Connor asked, “Where is Javy tonight?”
The señora waved a dismissive hand. “Ah, that boy. He is out with some girl. I tell him he needs to settle down, but does he listen? No. My son, he is too handsome for his own good. He does not have to work to get these girls’ attention. Too often he chooses the easy way. He does not realize some things you must work for.” She turned to Kelsey in a shared feminine confidence, a twinkle in her dark eyes. “But Connor, he is just handsome enough, no?”
“No. I mean, yes,” Kelsey stuttered, flustered by the question. Connor was ready to jump in and rescue her from having to answer when she made her own save. “I think Connor is more than handsome enough,” she said in a whisper plenty loud enough for him to overhear, “but he still has his work cut out for him.”
Señora Delgado chortled and gave what sounded like a quick prayer beneath her breath. “Come, I will give you the best table in the house.”
“I thought all the tables were the best tables,” he teased with a wink at Kelsey as he placed his hand on the small of her back.
“Sí,” the older woman agreed, “they are all the best.” Kelsey grinned, sharing his humor in the señora’s unflappable logic.
After showing them to a secluded table in the back, Maria kissed Connor’s cheek and went back to work. Kelsey’s hand touched the ladder-back chair, but Connor beat her to it. As he pulled it out for her, he leaned close. Close enough to catch the cinnamon scent of her skin. Close enough to see the freckles she’d tried to hide beneath makeup. Close enough to hear her breath catch in reaction to his nearness. “You should know by now, Kelsey,” he murmured, “I’m not afraid of a little hard work.”
Her eyes widened, but just like she had with Señora Delgado, Kelsey found her own footing and knocked him for a loop when she said, “I’m counting on it.”
Time froze as the moment held them in its grip. The restaurant, with its loud music and bright lights, faded away, leaving behind only Kelsey’s gorgeous brown eyes and softly parted lips. A burst of laughter from a nearby table broke the moment, and Kelsey sank into the chair he held for her. Connor had little choice but to take his own seat and curse the table separating them.
A waiter came by with menus, but Connor could tell by the frequent glances she sent his way Kelsey’s mind wasn’t on dinner. Finally she set the menu aside and said, “Is it true what Señora Delgado said before? You never brought anyone here?”
He’d let her get away with the unasked question before, but not this time. “Come on, Kelsey. Are you interested in anybody or in Emily?”
At first she looked ready to protest, only to square her shoulders and meet his gaze head-on. “Okay. Did you ever bring Emily here?”
“No. The Delgados are like family to me, and I wasn’t sure Emily would get that.” He hadn’t been able to picture Emily at the rustic, homey restaurant. He still couldn’t…and yet Kelsey fit in so perfectly. He’d never had a doubt about bringing her.
Not waiting for her to ask why—or wanting to look too closely for a reason himself—Connor pushed back from the table. Kelsey’s eyes widened in surprise as he held out his hand and said, “Come on. Let’s dance.”
As Kelsey took Connor’s hand, it occurred to her that she had no idea how to dance to the Latin-flavored beat pulsing from the speakers. But that didn’t stop her from following him onto the tiny dance floor, where the music instantly switched to a ballad.
Connor’s smile flashed as he pulled her into his arms. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself.”
“I’m not so sure you didn’t.”
“This wasn’t me. It must be fate.”
Kelsey didn’t know about fate, but being held in Connor’s arms certainly felt like a dream. She wasn’t the only one who had dressed up for the evening. Connor had showered and shaved, brushed his dark hair back from his forehead. A touch of sexy sophistication replaced a bit of his bad-boy image thanks to the white button-down shirt and black slacks he wore instead of his usual T-shirt and jeans. No matter what Maria Delgado said about her son, it was Connor who took Kelsey’s breath away. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever met, and the sheer look of masculine appreciation in his eyes made her feel beautiful. But even as the physical connection robbed her of her breath, the emotional connection threatened to steal her heart.
Listening to him talk about his past and seeing his love for Señora Delgado revealed a different side of Connor. A fiercely loyal and caring side that would be as easy to fall for as his cocky grin and killer body.
Right, her conscience told her. And the fact that Connor never shared that side of himself with Emily, never told her about his childhood, never brought her to the restaurant, that has nothing to do with it.
Kelsey wanted to shove the goading voice aside, but it was impossible to ignore. Connor had trusted her with the heartbreak of his past and a happier part of his present, and it was almost impossible not to think of the future. Not a forever future, of course, but the immediate future—and how she’d gladly spend what time she and Connor had left in his arms.
For the first time in years, Kelsey didn’t feel like she’d come in a distant second to her too-beautiful cousin, an irony her disapproving conscience couldn’t overlook, as Connor was the one man in a position to best make comparisons…
“You’re too quiet,” Connor murmured in her ear. “It makes me nervous.”
Kelsey laughed at the thought of anything making Connor nervous. “Don’t be. I was just thinking.”
“Hmm. Those might be the most nerve-racking words a man ever hears. Should I ask what you’ve been thinking?”
Not brave enough to admit the whole truth, Kelsey said, “Only that we don’t have much time left.”
Connor cocked an eyebrow. “Until the wedding?”
“Until you leave.”
“Ready to see me go, huh?”
“Surprisingly, no,” Kelsey said, although Connor didn’t seem surprised by her admission.
Because it was so obvious how her heart slammed into her chest every time he came near? How her knees turned to jelly with a single look? It wasn’t something she wanted to admit to herself, forget giving Connor that kind of ammunition. Because even though telling her about his past and bringing her to meet his surrogate mother might have melted the walls around her heart, nothing said Connor felt the same.
“Good,” he said. “Since I’m not ready to leave.”
“Because you haven’t figured Todd out yet?”
Connor scoffed. “I did that a long time ago. No, it’s you I’m still trying to figure out.”
This time it was Kelsey’s turn to laugh. “I’m no mystery. I’ve already spilled all my secrets.”
“I think there’s more to discover. But I’ve already figured out a few things on my own. Like how you feel in my arms…how you taste when I kiss you…how I can make you blush without even trying.”
Feeling her face heat, Kelsey protested, “Like you aren’t trying right now.”
“Naw,” he said with a grin that did more than make her face heat as he lifted a hand and traced a pattern on her cheek. “If I was really trying to make you blush, I’d tell you how much this star on your cheek turns me on—especially when I think about all the other shapes I might find…and where I might find them.”
Kelsey swallowed. She’d spent her whole life hating the freckles that marked her pale skin, but in a split second, in a single sentence, Connor had made her forget every teasing comment, every self-conscious thought.
“Connor.” The lone word was all she could manage, but every bit of the emotion she felt echoed in her voice.
Making a sound deep in his throat that could have been a groan, he protested, “Don’t look at me like that or I’ll end up doing something not meant to be done in public.”
Kelsey did lower her gaze, from the hunger in his eyes and past his too-tempting lips, to stare at his throat. Not because of what he’d said, but because she didn’t have the courage to look him in the face and say what she wanted to say. “There are…more private places.”
Connor’s arms flexed, pulling her closer, and his voice was a deep rumble in her ear as he said, “My hotel room.”
Seemingly without conscious thought, an image flashed in Kelsey’s mind—Emily leaving Connor’s room—and she blurted out, “My house.”
Bringing their dance to a halt, Connor stepped back slightly and nudged her chin up. “Are you sure?”
Even though he was asking about so much more than a simple destination, Kelsey met his gaze and repeated, “My house.”
She felt slightly guilty as Connor pulled her through the restaurant. “Shouldn’t we say goodbye?”
“Maria’ll understand,” Connor insisted without breaking stride.
Deciding she’d rather not think about how much the woman might understand, Kelsey focused on keeping up with Connor’s long strides. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, but the crazed rhythm had less to do with how fast they were going and so much more to do with what would happen once they got back to her place. And Kelsey didn’t think Connor could walk fast enough…
And he must have felt the same, she realized when they reached the car. Instead of unlocking the door, Connor turned and pulled her into his arms.
“I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I saw you.”
The husky words would have been easier to believe had Kelsey spoken them, but coming from Connor, they sent a thrill rushing through her as enticing as his kiss. “You wanted to do this at the airport?”
“At the airport. In your car on the way from the airport. The first time we came to the restaurant.” His voice dropped to a husky murmur. “My hotel room.”
Kelsey shivered, her thoughts instantly turning to the kingsize bed where she wouldn’t have to imagine the press of Connor’s body against her own. His green eyes glowed as if he’d read her thoughts and was right there…in his hotel bed…with her.
Ducking his head, he caught her lips in a kiss that picked up right where the last had left off. The hunger and intensity didn’t have to build; passion and desire had shimmered between them all evening like desert heat. Kelsey sank her hands into his dark hair, her fingers sifting through the silky strands. With Connor leaning against the side of the car, Kelsey didn’t have to stretch to reach his mouth; they were perfectly aligned—lips to lips, chest to chest, thigh to thigh.
Connor slid his hands down her back, his fingers claiming the soft flesh of her hips as he pulled her tighter into the vee of his body. Kelsey thought if it were possible to pass out from pure pleasure, she might sink to the ground on the spot.
Instead, she broke away from his kiss. Hiding her face against his neck, she murmured, “My house, remember?” And then she gave in to temptation and pressed her mouth to the strong column of his throat, right where his pulse pounded in time with the pulsing Latin beat coming from the restaurant.
His throat jerked as he swallowed, and he pushed away from the car door without breaking their embrace. He reached back for the door handle and fumbled for a second before he broke away with a muffled curse and twisted around to get a better grip. But instead of pulling the door open, Connor paused, hand in the air as if he’d forgotten what he was doing. Seeming to shake off the hesitation, he opened the door for her.
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