Page 140 of Secret Husband
I wouldn’t have thought Conor had any problems meeting women. Eros, his brother’s dating app, was definitely geared more toward people with deeper connections in mind.
“So what’s …” I leaned in. “… InkGirl like?”
“Pretty cool. Are you going to tell me not to bother because that’s how you met whatshisface?”
“Not at all. Sometimes you have to kiss a ton of frogs before you find your prince—or princess. You do you, Connie.”
Franky leaned over. “Conor, any news on the investigation front? Got an ID on Chirp Queen yet?”
“The fan fiction thing? Are you still trying to figure that out?” I was surprised at how much Conor seemed to care. I supposed I could understand Franky, with her researcher brain always seeking the truth, but it seemed like small potatoes for a superstar hockey player.
His mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Oh, I’m pretty close to nailing her ass to the wall.”
“You sure it’s a ‘she’?” I asked.
“Definitely. And she’s not going to know what hit her.”
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