Connor POV Continued
My body tenses up, becoming rigid as I cut my eyes over at her. “What men? What did they look like? Did you get their names?”
“No, and I can’t remember. I was too caught up in their conversation to pay attention to them. Why are you getting so worked up?”
“I’m not worked up. You should really get cameras installed here. Anything could happen. It would be safer for you if you did.”
“You’re so sweet when you worry,” she coos, grabbing and pinching at my cheek.
I brush her hand away annoyed. “I’m not joking Mary. I’d feel better if there were cameras here in case something happened when I’m not here.”
“I want to keep the authentic feel to this diner. I hate modern technology. You know that.”
“You can keep it authentic, hate technology, and still be safe.”
“Nothing is going to happen. Stop being a worrywart, son. Why were they talking about you having a girlfriend if it’s not true?”