“How about we call it an early night?” Connor asks, his hands firmly on her hips. She doesn’t even seem to care. In fact, she leans back into him. This is probably the closest they’ve ever been, and yet it looks so natural. “Yes, we have to tuck you into bed,” she tells him. “No, darling, I’ll be tucking you into bed.” She lets out a puff of air. “I’m perfectly fine. Look.” She holds out one hand and it shakes like she’s on crack. “Steady as a rock.” Connor looks to us. “I’m taking her to the car.” “Connor Cobalt,” Rose says with a cluck of her tongue. “Is that a made up name?”
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