“I’m sorry I showed up uninvited, but—”
“It’s not a good time, Fiona.” The words snapped from this mouth. He sounded like a d**k, but he couldn’t muster the energy to give a f**k.
Max howled again and Connor attempted to move around Fiona.
“Did I do something to make you mad?” She reached out and touched his arm.
Although he couldn’t feel anything more than the pressure of her hand, he knew what her fingers felt like digging into his flesh, and his blood stirred in ways that weren’t safe for either of them. “No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to talk.” This time he succeeded in brushing past her.
“Then let’s not talk,” she called from her place behind him.
Connor paused, but forced his feet forward. Unfortunately, she took his lack of refusal as an invitation. He wanted to tel
