 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
You know what would have scored another point for Christopher? Keeping your eyes on the goal and referring to your and Rea’s relationship as important. Connor would have grudgingly admitted that Christopher had his priorities in the right order. But as none of this was actually said out loud, Christopher did not score that second point.
Uncomfortable? Not from the older man’s point. He was quite at peace. Well, at as much peace as he could be without his anger boiling over. So far, Con was managing to keep a lid on that. He sternly eyed Christopher over the rim of his mug again. Of course they were getting down to business; he was anxious to discuss this matter and rather felt that if he didn’t, then he would go berserk in a bad way.
Okay, Connor expected Christopher to know that. After all, he and Koen were the same age and Christopher had been around at the Anders’ house many times; he’d have to be quite blind to not notice Reagan was rather younger. Connor couldn’t stop the scowl from spreading across his face. “It matters to me,’’ he replied sharply. “One would think that an older man such as yourself would have ill intentions with my daughter.” So no. Age was not just a number to Connor. |