Chapter 7
Fiona lay spent and sweaty and gloriously satisfied. Connor had suspected something was wrong, but he’d yet to ask. He had no reason to put up with her bullshit, but he did. Over and over. When they’d left the party, she planned to tell him the truth, but now, laying here with him, she couldn’t. She wasn’t ready to lose him. And she was pretty sure she would.
The heat from his body kept her warm. She lay on his bicep and he toyed with her hair. What if she just blurted it out? I’m a Cavanagh. What was the likelihood the name would mean anything to him? She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to imagine his response.
Nothing. He wouldn’t say anything. Connor wasn’t demonstrative in too many ways. With him it was the small things. Touching her hair. His half-smile. But she could im
