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fucked up.”
    He stopped pacing and leaned against his car. Braden came up next to him and leaned.
    “Yes, it is.”
    Conor took a breath. He was doing everything he could. Maybe he’d even start watching her at night. He would have really liked to wrap his hands around Finn’s neck for not having a watch for her. Was she so unimportant to him that he couldn’t spare someone? Or maybe there was no one to spare. He groaned. This was a giant clusterfuck.
    He looked over to Braden, who was looking at the stars.
    “How was dinner?” Conor asked with a sneer.
    Braden frowned. “She seemed to have a good time,” he said stiffly and turned to Conor. “Nothing happened. She’s home now.”
    Conor nodded. “Thanks... for everything.”
    Braden nodded. “Watching Teagan is the best job I’ve ever had.”
    Conor laughed. “What? Better than getting shot at every day?”
    Braden turned to him and smiled. “Well, I do like the occasional car chase,” he said. He stood and clasped Conor on the shoulder. “It’s good. I’m just glad Ennis lets me do it.”
    Conor nodded. “Me too.”
    It was something he thought about often. Ennis had no ties to him emotionally, and yet he seemed to put a lot into the care of his sister. His only hope was that he actually cared what happened to her.
    “You better get home to her,” Braden said with a smile. “You know she’s waiting in her bed for you to get home.”
    She would be. It wasn’t often that he did night work, but when he did, she always worried.
    He nodded and moved to the front. All he could do was what he had been doing. Keep an eye on Claire and keep an eye on Boris. As for the rest, it would just have to work itself out, one bloody way or another.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Claire stared out the window at the passing cars. The past week had been far more productive than she ever would had thought possible. Having Conor around had actually been a good thing, better than she could have ever guessed. Not only was he a hard worker, but not once did he complain when she asked him to do some of the more menial work around the place.
    She turned as he paused from his paperwork at the table. Conor stretched his hands over his head, revealing a strip of skin. Claire licked her lips as she sat, transfixed on the trail of hair that disappeared into his pants.
    A noise from the door caught her by surprise, and Anna shot her a look from across the room. Claire had been caught staring at him. She glanced over to Conor, who gave a sly smile, and her cheeks heated. It was bad enough getting caught by Anna, but now she just wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole.
    “Just a reminder about the gala on Sunday,” Anna said. She glanced to Conor, and Claire rolled her eyes. If Anna was hoping to be subtle about having Conor take her, Claire hated to inform her that she wasn’t.
    “Gala?” Conor looked over at her from the file in his hand.
    She shook her head. “Nothing major, just attending a boring charity gala to try and get backers.”
    Conor frowned. “Is that something you have to do normally?”
    Claire laughed. “In this town it is. If you hadn’t noticed, money tends to talk here, and those that have it are more likely to grease the wheel and get things moving in certain groups.”
    Conor frowned. “Doesn’t sound all that different from what Harriet was doing.”
    Her mouth dropped, and she narrowed her eyes. “Of course it’s different. I’m not taking bribes from them.”
    “But they put out money to get things done.”
    She frowned. When he said it like that, it did sound a little shallow. That didn't help quell her irritation.
    “You wouldn’t understand,” she snapped.
    Conor held up his hands in defeat. “I guess you’re right.”
    They stared at each other for a few tense moments before Anna cleared her throat.
    “I’ve got to head out early tonight,” Anna said. “Jason is supposed to take me out for dinner in celebration.”
    Claire