CHAPTER 11

“We need to talk,” he demanded. There was no room for arguments in his tone, but I was going to give him one right now.

“It’ll have to wait. Milka’s not asleep yet.”

“It’s okay. Leah came along. Said she’ll watch her.” He motioned to his truck, and seconds later his sister stepped out.

“I don’t . . . I mean . . . She doesn’t really know her,” I finished lamely. That was a pathetic reason.

“And whose fault is that, Chloe?” Conor’s eyes hardened, ice edging his voice.

I opened my mouth and closed it again. “I know,” I said on a swallow.

“The least you can do is let our daughter get to know her aunt while we try and sort out the shitstorm you created.”

“Watch your language!” I snapped.

“If you want me to watch my language, I suggest you get your ass into my car in the next five seconds.” He pulled his keys from pocket. “You’ve already taken enough of her from us, so cut the crap.”

“Conor!” Leah smacked his arm. “You can’t say that!”

“No, he can. He’s right.” I sighed, running my fingers