Page 51 of Filthy Truth


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My concentration was shot because he was a distraction—the best kind.

His focus on breaking through the security to the AG’s office was absolute, unlike mine.

I knew the plan as well as he did and knew that most of the hacking would be on him while Troy, Dead To Me, and I would be handling the infiltration and evacuation of our marks. I could feel time ticking away as we waited for tomorrow to come.

Maybe that was what made me antsy.

Maybe that was what made me study him more.

You are mine, Star.

He’d said those words so easily, so fiercely.

My thumb ran over the cameo ring I wore and I wondered how he had claimed me so utterly while I was undeserving of him and his devotion.

I thought about the candy and the ring and the way he’d flown several times though he hated it and how he’d emptied this desk—for me. My mind skipped over his patience in bed and the way he cherished me even though I’d run away from him, even though I’d hurt him by ghosting him.

No, I didn’t deserve him, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t walk toward it in the future.

“Yes.”

The word tripped off my tongue despite there being no context.

He cast me a quick look before his attention reverted to his monitor. “Yes, what? To a steak? God, with those shoestring fries. I’d fucking kill—”

“No.”

He stilled. “No to the shoestring fries?”

God, could I screw this up anymore?

I cleared my throat. “No. I mean. Um.” I held up my hand. “Yes, to this.”

His eyes danced off my expression and onto the ring on my hand. He rocked back in his seat and his grin was dopey as he asked, “Really?”

“I-I don’t know when—”

He wafted a hand. “‘When’ doesn’t matter. But an answer is nice.”

Speechless, I licked my lips because I knew he meant that. I was coming to learn that he always meant what he said.

Heartburn—this fucking heartburn needed to stop.

Then, he scowled at me. “You’re not doing this because you think you’re going to get caught tomorrow, are you?”

“No. I mean, it’s a possibility, but I know you’ve got everything under control.”

Conor nodded. “Whether or not I was set up at Langley, which makes sense because that code was child’s play, my work is better than ever thanks to you.”

Thanks to you.

His words from earlier rammed their way home again—we don’t compete because there is no competition.

I had been dealing with boys my whole life, just waiting for this man to show up.

The thought settled deep in my being, straight in my soul, and I rasped, “Yeah, we’ve pushed each other to greater heights.”

That made him smile. “We have.”

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