Chapter 6
Connor felt the vibration of his phone against his hip and turned the sander off. A text from Fiona. She’d been coming to his place most nights, looking for whatever escape he provided but he found himself enjoying her company as much as he did the s*x. None of which helped his cause. She rarely let anything slip about her family. When campaign crap appeared on the TV, she flipped the channel.
Her text offered information for the Halloween party he hadn’t yet agreed to attend. He dialed her number. When she answered, he said, “I didn’t say I’d come to the party.”
“I know. I was being optimistic. You complained about being a booty call. This is your chance to go somewhere as my date. But you have to be in costume.”
“I’ll go as a carpenter.”
She tsked at him like an old lady.
