Connor’s POV
I sit in Hali’s backyard, picking at the label on the beer that Gage handed to me as soon as I walked in the door, and his now fiancée, yes he manned up finally and asked my sister to marry him, you should see the damn rock on her finger! Stole my kid straight out of my arms. So here I am, sitting in a chair by their garden table, surrounded by people enjoying themselves and wanting desperately to be anywhere else.
OK, maybe not anywhere, maybe somewhere in particular with someone in particular . .
I admit, I was a bit gutted when Wynter refused Hali’s invitation to lunch today, after yesterday I’m finding it hard to be away from the woman and going to bed, alone, last night, where my sheets still smelt like her damn shampoo, was the worst torture I’ve ever felt.
I glance
