Page 120 of Filthy Lies


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“Baby, I’m sorry I missed your calls. I’m sorry. So sorry,” I whispered, not even realizing I was saying it over and over again until she started sniffling in my ear. “I’m sorry, Kat, sweetheart. So—”

“Promise you won’t do that again!” she sobbed.

I had no idea why I did it—but I looked at Conor. He shot me a gentle smile then surprised me by dumping his laptop on the table and striding over to me.

As he slipped his arm around my waist and drew me toward the couch, I told my kid, “I swear I’ll never break another promise.”

She hiccupped in my ear. “That’s not what I asked for!”

“Kat, Star didn’t mean to cut contact with you. Sometimes, life just has a habit of breaking promises for us.”

More sniffling sounded, then she whispered, “Conor?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

The next moment, I received a video call request, and I accepted it so she could see us.

“I knew you’d find her,” she cried, joy and relief making her bloodshot eyes bright as she swiped at her cheeks with her knuckles. “I knew it!”

Thickly, I swallowed, rasping, “You sent the right person to find me, baby.”

“I-I thought long and hard about it and knew he’d come and get you. Maverick’s sick again so I knew I couldn’t ask him, but…” She hunched her shoulders. “Don’t let Alessa tell you that I ran away.”

I arched a brow. “Don’t ‘let’ her tell me? Did that happen or not?”

That sparkle I was used to seeing in her eyes was back with a vengeance. “In a sense, yes.”

“‘In a sense.’ Have you been watchingThe West Wingagain?”

Conor chuckled as he pulled us back into the couch. My shoulders were still hunched into him, but the position encouraged me to relax.

“I haven’tnotbeen watching it.”

“This isn’t a courtroom, Kat,” I grumbled.

“You should treat life like it is, Star,” came the reprimand from my pre-teen kid. “Then if people take ligitious action—”

“Litigious,” I corrected.

“—then you’re prepared.”

“You don’t have to be prepared. You’re ten.”

“Nearly eleven.”

“In ten months. So ancient.”

“I know,” Kat said smoothly. “My wisdom knows no bounds.”

I slapped a hand against my forehead. “I don’t need Alessa to tell me that you ran away to Manhattan to find Conor. I need to tellherto change the pin code on the TV!”

Her nose crinkled. “Don’t do that. I learn loads.”

Like how to be more precocious…

My grin made an appearance because the last thing I wanted was for her to change. “You know you did wrong.”

“You’re not supposed to smile when you tell kids off,” Conor whispered in my ear.

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