#Chapter 113

Warren

"So how are things with Evelyn?" Connor eats the croissant while giving me a watchful stare.

"Perfect."

"Good. You deserve that."

My heart warms at his comment. "You deserve that too. How are things with Yasmine?"

A heavy sigh escapes him and I just know he'll have a loaded response. "We're having fun. The kind I've never had with any other woman before. She's fucking perfect. But it's not her. It's me. I'm the problem who'll lead us downhill."

Taking a sip of my coffee I give him a pointed look. "As long as you believe that, you will."

He freezes, and his gaze on me leadens...