Ten - Sara“Are you sure you’re okay?” Connor poured a couple of glasses of whiskey for us.
“I’m fine,” I told him. “Thanks for your concern, though.” I expected him to be mad, but so far he’d only seemed concerned for my well-being. He had to know the reason I was over there. He had to know what I was up to, and he had to be infuriated. Why wasn’t he angrier?
“So I guess your boss isn’t too happy about all this,” he said, handing me my glass of whiskey as he walked by. I followed him into the living room.
“I don’t think those guys were with my boss,” I told him, keeping Fang’s name out of it on the off chance he didn’t know who was trying to hijack his business yet.
He sat down on the white couch facing his TV. There were three couches in the living room, forming three sides of a squar
