Connor POV
“Hurting him. But why?”
“Me? Hurt someone? Your lack of faith in me is really starting to sting.” I feign innocence and shock. She doesn't look amused.
“I mean it. Do not do that.”
“You acting as if you care about him isn’t doing him any favors. What do you care what happens to him?”
“He’s helping me with something.”
I start putting the pieces together. Seeing her car outside of that gym where people take fighting classes. And self-defense classes. Did she go to him to teach her how to protect herself? No. Fuck that. “Are you going to that gym for self-defense classes?” Her face blanching is enough of an answer. “And he’s the one teaching you? Why the fuck would you go to him? You could have come to me.”
“I was under the impression helping people wasn’t under your list of skills. Besides, I didn’t want anyone to know. Including you.”
“He can’t teach you shit. And don't try telling me that bullshit when I keep going out of my way to help you.”