"I'm sorry I wasn't there." "I'm not upset that you weren't there. I was doing my job. I don't blame you for anything, Connor. Except not telling me that you had a lead. That wasn't cool." I lowered my voice, trying to match his. "When you have a lead, I want to know about it. Not eventually, not when it's convenient, but immediately." He didn't rise to the bait. Apparently, he was determined to blame himself. "So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner?" I asked. "Hell, yes. We're on for tonight. We're on for tomorrow. We're on for the foreseeable future. You're not going anywhere without me." And here I thought he was being romantic. "Would you like to wrap me in bubble wrap?" "If I can find the bulletproof kind." "Rogan--" "I mean it."