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He says nothing, his thumb gently grazing my lower lip.
I don’t want to know. I don’t?—
“Why did you guys break up?” I ask. “You two seemed good together.”
“We weren’t,” he simply says.
“So, did you break up with her, or did she break up with you?”
Connor sits back, relaxing into the seat, and I instantly miss his touch. “She broke up with me,” he says. “But I wasn’t exactly a perfect boyfriend before then.”
“What do you mean?”
His expression holds no regret. “I had other priorities,” he says. “Couldn’t give her the attention she wanted.”
With another warm caress of my leg, Connor touches my knee and gives it a soft squeeze. “Come on,” he says. “We should get home. It’s late.”
I don’t move. “When will our next lesson be?”
“Soon.”
“When?”
Connor chuckles as he drifts closer, my shirt now in his hand. He offers it. I take it. “Soon,” he repeats before giving me a kiss goodnight.
CHAPTER 23
CONNOR
Brothers don’t mess around with each other’s sisters.
Well, it’s a little fucking late for that now.
I didn’t care. I left home and went to her, and I didn’t care about the consequences. I didn’t care about loyalty or brotherhood. I just needed someone to confide in. She was the natural choice.
Ignoring the guilt in my gut, I enter my house and close the front door behind me as silently as possible. It’s late, but that doesn’t mean the Morgans are asleep. It’s never uncommon in this house to hear my mother’s voice in the den at three in the morning as she paces back and forth running lines.
And when I was a small, my father used to stay up in front of the television watching football games until the morning hours, too jet-lagged to sleep. Less common nowadays for that, but I still remember all those nights I’d sneak downstairs and curl up beside him until I fell asleep and he’d carry me back to bed. My father. The great Junior Morgan.
Feels like a lifetime ago now.
Fortunately, all seems quiet on the path upstairs to my room.
Unfortunately, I have to pass by my parents’ room to get to it.
The door is slightly ajar. A dim light shines from within, most likely from the lamps on their bedside tables. I make out their voices as I draw closer, words slowly taking shape. I don’t plan on eavesdropping, but then again, I didn’t plan on fooling around with Dana Kirby tonight, either.
Connor, I’m ready.
I tighten every muscle, holding on to that memory as if it were as precious as she is.
“You know,” I hear my mother say, “for a man so determined not to become my father, you sure act like him sometimes.”
“Ally...” My father sighs. She struck a nerve with that one. "Thank you. I needed that.”
“You’re welcome.”
After a few quiet moments, he continues, “I don’t know what to do.”
