"Why the hell should I listen to you?" Connor snapped.
"Because you want your son to have the bride," Heidi shot back.
His hand clamped around her neck, rough and sudden. "Last time I listened to you, remember how that turned out?"
"Hey, that wasn’t on me," Heidi said, her voice strained. "What did she have that I don’t, Connor?"
"Everything," he growled, releasing her. "I loved her, so much, and she picked that worthless prick."
"You..." Heidi cut herself off, covering her mouth. "Okay, calm down. Just talk to her. Tell her the truth."
"The truth? Are you out of your damn mind, Heidi?"
"Yeah, most of the time. So, are you going to please me or buy me a drink?"
"You’re such a b***h," Connor muttered.
"But you love it," Heidi smirked. "You always come crawling back for more."
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