“For what it’s worth”—Eoin’s voice drops lower—“your ex was an idiot to accept fifty thousand pounds in exchange for giving you up.” Despite everything, I feel the corner of my mouth twitch upward. “Oh? What would your price be, Officer O’Connell?” His eyes meet mine. “There isn’t one,” he says simply. And God help me, I believe him.
I wish Eoin had apologized for his judgy attitude tbh
