Page 253 of Filthy Truth


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“A man can never have too much apple pie in his life,” he intoned piously.

"I have no idea how you stay so ripped with all the shit you eat.” I'd yet to see any signs of weight gain, even if he complained his shirt collars were tighter than before I came into his life.

“Good genes. And I’ll tell Aoife you called her apple pie shit. Just in time for the upcoming afternoon tea,” he teased, surprising me with his awareness of that.

Although, on second thought, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Conor seemed to have a preternatural awareness of all things family.

I refused to admit that I turned to mush inside at the idea that he considered Kat and me family too.

“I told Savannah I’m not going.”

He snickered. “It’s cute that you think that will deter her.”

My lips twitched—he had a point. “Worked the last two times.”

“She was busy writing articles then.”

“True. When she’s not so busy, she’s always more dangerous.” I tapped my chin. “Though I’m not convinced she’s not that blogger. I told you so.”

His brows lifted. “Never heard of them.”

“You are so tunnel-visioned sometimes—it’s unreal.”

“Definitely extra snarky,” he repeated, licking his spoon clean as he finished up his soup. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re a control freak who’s making soup because we didn’t sleep together. I hardly think you’re fine when your years-long project to take down the Sparrows is now in the hands of the authorities.”

“Want to know the truth?”

“No, baby. Please lie to me.”

I flipped him the bird. “It’s nice.”

“What is?”

“The notion of passing it over to people my grandfather handpicked to make justice happen.”

“You vetted them too and had some kicked off the team,” he pointed out.

“We did that together,” I dismissed, though he was right.

Ultimately, two officers had been removed from the team upon my request.

One, because his uncle’s cousin’s wife had ties to the Triads on mainland China, and the other because she’d worked on organized crime for the last ten years and her arrest rate was shady—I couldn’t prove she was on the take, but I’d gone with my gut feeling and had her removed anyway.

“So, it’s nice to hand over the responsibility is what you’re saying?” he asked, brows high. “But, wait, you said the notion. What does that mean?”

I bit my lip. “I’m antsy.”

“About?”

“Waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“Which other shoe?” Clarity had his eyes widening. “You’re still fixating on the shit Reinier said?”

“Yeah.” I blew out a breath. “You’re probably the only person I’d admit that to though.”

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