“Connor bends down and kisses her head and whispers to her in French, then Janie says to Rose, “I love you, Mommy.” Rose shoots a glare at Connor, but she’s smiling. “You can’t tell our children to tell me they love me, Richard.” “I can if it’s the truth.” He grins again. “It’s not from the heart.” “It’s from someone’s heart. If not theirs, then mine.” RoseConnorCoballoway Book:Long Way Down Source: Long Way Down
“It’s still shit,” I tell him, “no matter which way you spell it.” “You would be the expert on four-letter words since your vocabulary consists almost entirely of them.” I cast a fucking glare his way.” BanterConnorRyke Book:Long Way Down Source: Long Way Down