Connor’s POV
I turned slowly. The surprise hit me square in the chest, hard enough that I almost forgot how to breathe.
Claire stood right behind me in the dim kitchen light, expression steady and far too knowing. She didn’t look away. Didn’t fidget the way she used to when things got uncomfortable between us.
How the hell did she know about the hypersexual disorder? I had never told a single person. Most days I barely let myself name it out loud.
She didn’t flinch under my stare. Instead she stepped closer, close enough that I could see the faint flush still sitting on her cheeks and the way her fingers twitched once at her sides before she spoke.
“You don’t have to pretend with me, Connor. I know you.” Her voice was calm, almost matter-of-fact. “I also have your health records from
