was the game. Just another way for Ennis to show that, in the end, he had more control than Conor. A wave of calm swept through him as he looked between the two of them. Maybe they were made for each other.
Conor ignored them both and went back to picking apart his meal to find things that he liked.
“So,” Ennis said after a bit. “How is the project going, Conor?” A wan smile appeared on his face.
Teagan shot him a funny look. “Project?”
He sighed. Ennis was doing this to try and start something.
“I’m working with Claire on her election,” he said.
Teagan drew her arms across her chest and glared at him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, venom dripping from her voice. “After how it ended between you two?”
Conor shook his head. “This isn’t like that,” he said. “We’re just working together.”
Teagan sat her hand down hard on the table. “I should hope not.” She stared at him in disbelief. “She put you through hell and turned her back on you during our darkest time.”
Conor stared at her hard. “She’s not who you think she is.”
Teagan’s laugh was hollow as it came out. “No, she’s worse.”
Conor stood, rocking his chair back. His hands hit the table hard, shaking the silverware.
“You shouldn’t talk about things you have no idea about,” he barked.
Teagan glanced down, only then seeming to realize how far she had overstepped.
“I just remembered some work I need to do,” Conor said. “I’ll ask Braden to bring you home.”
“Conor,” she said softly when he was nearly out the door.
He glanced over his shoulder. Ennis watched him, a smirk on his face. The son of a bitch enjoyed seeing them fight.
“We’ll talk later,” Conor said to Teagan.
* * *
Claire hated leaving work early. Most weekends she couldn’t even stay away the whole time. Usually, it was just long enough to get things in order, and then, she was right back in the office.
She’d had to work twice as hard to even get ahead. In a town where anyone associated with the Kelly clan was suspect, she had to constantly fight to get anywhere. Some were over accommodating, thinking that would get them in good with Finn, while others wanted nothing to do with her and what she might bring.
In the end, maybe they had been right. Harriet wasn’t doing so well, and she had to think the pick by Ennis wasn’t random. Nothing Ennis did was random.
She sighed, something she found herself doing more and more over the past few years. Things just weren’t like she expected. Here, she was poised to land the job of her dreams, and it was like she’d been tricked into eating the vegetable she didn’t want.
Claire shook her head. Maybe it was good she was taking the night off. Some fresh brownies and her favorite show were all she needed. Screw super hot hunks that thought they knew everything, or at least one particular hunk.
She dipped into the pan and pulled out the corner pieces. The best part of not having to share was getting the tastiest pieces. A large chunk fell off, and she popped it in her mouth. Nothing but chocolaty goodness.
After brushing a few crumbs from her shirt, she shrugged. She loved the blue satin button-up short set, even if it wasn’t the sexiest thing. It was comfortable, and after a day in the office, that was all she was looking for.
Claire set her brownies on the table and turned on the TV. Not wasting time, she flipped to her favorite show and froze.
“Thirty-five missed?” she nearly shouted.
It had been a while, but it didn’t feel like it was that long. There was no way it had been two years since she’d gotten to watch it. She would have remembered if it had been years.
Claire rolled her head back on the couch and groaned. The problem was, she couldn’t remember. Even when she thought hard, it still didn’t come to her. How had two years of her life just disappeared like that?
She didn’t feel much like watching TV. The picture
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