Sienna’s POV
Connor’s car stopped in front of my family's brick townhouse. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the neighborhood, the kind that made Brooklyn look almost serene but down the block, I could hear kids shouting and someone somewhere was cooking salmon. My stomach rumbled at the smell, reminding me of how hungry I am.
Connor parked neatly by the curb and turned slightly in his seat. “Right then,” he said with a gentlemanly nod. “Brooklyn delivered as promised.”
I gave him a small smile. “Thank you so much, Connor.”
“My pleasure,” he replied, then glanced at Eric. “Sir, I’ll let you two get settled. I’ve got another appointment to run to.” He reached for the gear but paused. “I’ll keep in touch, yeah?”
“Connor.” Eric’s voice was low and firm. “Not a word about seeing me to
