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Conner’s narrowed. “Let me guess, that asshole kept your money hostage as well?” “You say that like I had money,” I answered softly. He shook his head and returned to the coffee machine, retrieving his freshly poured cappuccino. “Well, you have money now. Think about what you want to do. I have to run some errands this morning, but I’ll be back after lunch. You okay until then?” “Yeah, of course.” He nodded and took his coffee to the bedroom, presumably to get ready. Somewhat bemused, I plopped myself on a barstool and spread cream cheese on my bagel. How very strange. I didn’t know what I’d expected from Conner, but this wasn’t it. Maybe I’d been hasty to assume he was incapable of caring for me. Maybe what he was offering would be enough. If I had freedom and a certain degree of resp
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