They had been in New England for a mere three months, but Sarah had fallen fast and hard for Connor.
Connor rushed him to get through the doorway before he could close it.
He took a sip of his, and motioned with his hand for Connor to sit on the sofa.
Connor spoke first, "Are you here to kill me?"
Before Connor had spat out the itch in bitch, Jackson was across the room and had picked him up by the throat.