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She shook her head, her eyes shimmering in the shadows. “Pretty stupid, huh?”
He dropped his hand. “It won’t be the first time someone has jumped to the wrong conclusion about me.”
Abby took a shuddering breath. “That’s what Mr. Millman said.”
Connor frowned. “Lawrence Millman?”
“No.” A strange look crossed her face. “His son, David. He’s been taking Mom out to dinner.”
Before Connor could stew over her comment, Abby gasped, “You’re feeding the cat!”
The evidence of his good intentions lay on the floor: a five-pound bag of seafood-flavor cat food. Connor tucked his hands in his jacket pockets and shrugged uncomfortably. “The last time I checked, it wasn’t a crime to feed cats.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Though my dog, Bran, would beg to differ with me.”
The girl’s smile, so much like her mother’s, touched a cord deep within him. How he had loved to say outrageous things to bring a blush to Nora’s face. How strange that he wanted nothing more of this moment than to make her child like him. To hide his discomfort, Connor knelt down and took a plastic scoop out of the cat-food bag. Abby crouched down beside him and held the sack’s edges.
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