“Don’t you already own a slav—I mean a boyfriend.” He flashes a sardonic grin. In perfect timing, Connor walks through the doorway easily carrying my other two duffel bags without an issue. Yes, I have a problem over-packing. I need choices, and I would have gladly brought my own luggage inside but we divided up duties. “We were just talking about you,” Loren tells Connor. “I heard,” he says. “In terms of ownership, we’re both on equal footing…unless you’re talking about in bed.” “I can see how she’d be bossy.” Connor grins and slides past Loren and Ryke to drop off my bags. Loren’s brows
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connor, the strong man that you are
