Page 135 of Conquering Conner

“She’s engaged you know,” he says, taking another drink. “Sniveling little shit got down on one knee and everything.”

His assessment of Bradford surprises me. “That would be on the list of reasons I broke it off.”

“It’s a business deal. So he can access his trust fund. Kid’s gay and his parents are assholes…” He tips is bottle at me. “but I suppose you already know that.

I nod.

“Do you love her?”

Bradford asked me the same thing once and I nearly killed him for it. “Yes,” I tell him. “I love her.”

He studies me for a moment before he nods and sets his beer down like I just told him everything he needed to know.

He holds his hand out and I shake it. He doesn’t grimace at the dirt. Doesn’t immediately reach for a monogrammed handkerchief in his breast pocket, after the handshake ends. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Conner,” he says. “Thanks for the beer.”

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