Connor raises his brows. “Did she watch those tapes?” He sounds more surprised than affronted. I keep my mouth shut this time, rubbing the cloth along her forehead, concentrating on her. “On accident,” she blurts out. “I tried not to look, I promise.”
I'M TWEAKING OUTTTT. CONNOR DOESN'T EVEN CARE. HE KNOWS THAT TAPE WAS HOT. CONNOR COME HOME.
