Connor came back around six-thirty, later than I’d expected. In a way it was good, because by then the tamales were already more than halfway through the steaming process, and I’d set the table and even put out some candles I’d found tucked away in one of the cupboards. The aged-bronze pillar holders were still in a gift bag, as if they’d never been touched. A gift from one of those girlfriends? Maybe. If they were, they didn’t appear to have ever been used, so apparently he wasn’t entertaining those girls here.
No, he was probably taking them out on the town and showing them a good time since they didn’t have to be locked up in this damn apartment.
I squelched that thought. What he’d done in the past was none of my business. While the idea of being free to go out and have Connor show me
