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I stared at him, not really interested in hearing the ugly details about his previous relationship with Sadie. “Look, you two had a bad breakup. I get it. Ancient history. No big deal.”
“That’s not it. We didn’t have a bad breakup. In fact, we never dated.”
“Then what?”
“For starters, my name wasn’t always Conor Doyle.”
“What was it?”
“Liam Patrick O’Callaghan.”
“I don’t understand. Why—”
“Because when I was seventeen, I did something stupid.”
“We all do stupid s**t when we’re seventeen.”
“Not like this.”
I set down my beer and took his hand. “Conor . . . er, Liam . . . what should I call you?”
“Conor.”
“Conor, what happened?”
Waves of anger and grief radiated from him so intensely I braced myself for what he might say or do. His hand was trembling so much I thought he’d d
