Chapter 10
Connor lay in bed staring at the page of the thriller he’d tried to read. He blamed his lack of page turning on his blood-alcohol level, but the truth was, he couldn’t stop thinking about Fiona. The damn woman wouldn’t let him go. Max jolted from his spot on the floor and growled. Then he ran downstairs barking.
Connor followed his dog, hoping Max hadn’t been imagining a guest on their doorstep. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, the knock sounded. Max jumped excitedly. Fiona stood on his porch gripping two cups of coffee.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” she said with a forced smile.
He’d seen the same smile on TV while she stood next to her family. He hoped he hadn’t been relegated to the same position.
“I thought we could both use a cup of coffee. Can I come in?”
He stepped
