Page 204 of Filthy Truth

“If you want to stay with us, I don’t think Conor would mind,” she offered, shooting me a glance.

I hitched a shoulder. “Kat said it—mi casa es su casa, Camden. We have plenty of room here.”

He shot me a sheepish grin. “Thanks, but it’s okay. I’m staying at the Langham. It’s just that I was saying to Aidan how difficult it was to get out of the hotel with the press haunting my every waking move.”

“The offer’s there,” I said amicably, earning a kiss from Star as she clapped her hands together.

“Do we want something to drink first or food?”

“Food!” Savannah barked. “I’m hungry.”

Aidan and Camden laughed but Star just rolled her eyes and snagged Camden and Savannah’s hands to tug them forward. The move was borderline juvenile and it made me happy to see.

She’d settled into the penthouse as if there’d never been a day where she wasn’t here. Mostly, I wished that there hadn’t been a time when she hadn’t been here, but hell, I had her now.

Leaving the three to walk ahead, I stayed behind with Aidan. “Why’s this time of year hard?”

“I don’t know,” he answered with a frown. “But I do know he’s a gambling addict. Got the shit kicked out of him two Christmases ago by some two-bit bookie.”

I hitched a shoulder. “If Camden’s finding it tough right now, then maybe him hanging around Savannah will help? You know how close-knit they are.”

“Close-knit and argumentative as fuck. I totally understand why Ma used to knock our heads together when we were kids. They never shut the hell up.”

“Is that why you tried to dump him on my door?”

“How do you know that was my endgame?”

“You didn’t offer to let him stay with you.”

“I like the guy but the pair of them together drive me insane.”

Chuckling, I walked with him toward the dining room where the trio had already started digging into the food that Star had ordered.

Spying the dozen-plus cardboard takeout boxes, I laughed when I saw she’d gone for broke and had ordered Italian, Chinese, Korean, and steak.

“For me, I assume?” I teased, grabbing the steak and dumping it on a dish without waiting for an answer.

“You’re turning into one-hundred-percent prime rib,” she joked.

“You need to diversify your diet, Conor. You know red meat isn’t great for you, don’t you?” Savannah chided, pointing at me with her chopstick.

I grunted but it was Star who said, “Nag your own husband, Vana.”

“You’re not married yet,” Savannah pointed out.

She jerked the neckline of her top down, revealing the phoenix with my name interspersed amid the ephemeral lines. “See that? I’m as good as married.”

“You’re not a brother in the MC.”

Star sniffed. “Honorary brother.”

“Since when?”

“I don't know. I'm guessing since I got my ass blown up for the club.”

Camden’s brows lifted. “Your ass got blown up at a club?”

“No. An MC is a motorcycle club, Camden,” Savannah explained.

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