They sat up straighter and exchanged a glance.
“What if one of us wants to quit?” Connor asked softly.
Damn. I caught my breath. He wanted to quit?
“Talk to me,” I answered and made a real effort not to be gruff or growl.
He studied me for a long time. We stared at each other, but I didn’t see anything in his eyes to give me a clue about what he was going to say.
Ben’s eyes were down, but there wasn’t any surprise in his face. Whatever Connor felt, he’d talked it over with Ben first.
The betrayal hurt. Like a knife in the chest that they were twisting. I could barely breathe.
Quietly, Jeff, who’d been watching and listening, stood and came around to where I was sitting. He put his hand on my shoulder. He bent and muttered “Breathe” as Ben and Connor gasped. What were they so damned
