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I almost smiled. “That kind heart of yours will bite us in the ass if we’re not careful.”

“So long as you do the biting, I can deal.”

“Of course, you can,” I said with an eye roll.

“I’ll check the logs once I’m done talking to you.”

“Fine. What we know for certain is that your software’s rogue. Do you have a kill switch, or is that too much to ask?”

“The storage houses a weakness. The kill switch targets that. If they copied the program from my hard drive, which we can assume they did, then it’ll render it unusable. Because half the battle is storing so many files and being able to scan it for keywords.”

My brow puckered. “Are you trying to tell me that you don’t use a cloud for that?”

“No. I kept running through terabytes of storage too quickly and the SD cards were useless too.”

“So you invented something?”

“Yup. I’ll show you when you get back if you want?”

“I’d prefer to see your dick.”

A soft chuckle sounded in my ear. “I mean, that can also be arranged.”

“Make it happen,” I growled, turned on beyond reason. “Why the fuck haven’t you started mass-producing this solution? You do know how many resources cloud storage drains?”

“I’m still tweaking it.”

How was I supposed to function when he was this clever?

“We’ll tweak it together so we can roll it out faster. I’d like for Katina to live in a world that isn’t four degrees hotter than it is now.”

“Hey?”

“What?”

“Check your upper jacket pocket and I’ll see you later, okay? I’m at my penthouse, don’t forget.”

I didn’t have a chance to answer, but I dug deep into my jacket pocket and…

I sighed. “Damn you, Conor O’Donnelly.”

Pulling out a Werther’s Original from the pocket I never used, I popped it into my mouth.

I wasn’t sure whether it was the toffee or his cuteness that eased the heartburn in my chest, but it definitely had me smiling.

10

CONOR

With a tired yawn, I checked my cell phone and grunted when I saw one of the crew I barely used anymore, Craig, had delivered Katina safe and sound to Lily Lancaster’s home in West Orange.

Not that I needed the notification.

Two minutes later, I had a text from her.

Katina: Conor, if I’m REALLY good, do you think Star will let me have a cat?

Me: I’ve heard about kids like you.

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