Could this weird vulnerability have everything to do with his regular, mysterious trips to the ice rink now?
Could Connor have actually met—
“Don’t you dare complete that thought, Killian,” Connor snapped, pointing a warning finger at me. “And don't you say a single syllable out loud, or I swear to God, you won't see Elara’s face for the next one week.”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “That is a low blow, man…”
But I let the subject matter go for the time being, carefully filing it away in a corner of my mind.
“So, what are you exactly doing here in my office, apart from running away from your duties?” I asked, changing the subject.
Connor huffed, crossing one leg casually over his thigh. “I’m not running from my duties… is there any company greater than mine in the domestic constructi
