“It doesn’t matter now. They’re airing it.” Connor sips his wine. “Clearly you hoped they wouldn’t.” “A part of me did, actually. But I was protecting that one…” He leans behind his brother and points to Lily who has her head on Lo’s shoulder. “So give me a fucking break.” “What? Me?” Lily points to her chest sheepishly. “I’m okay.” But her voice is small.