Conner didn’t try to contact Mackenzie and she didn’t reach out to him. It had been quiet around the work sites. No issues with equipment, no sign of Tony. Cage had given the heads up to Dax in case Tony moved back to California to take up where he left off. The first few days with Mackenzie gone, Conner tried to tell himself that it was for the best. That she could move on, find someone else. His brothers were supportive, they knew how much he was hurting. If anyone knew, it was them. His mom didn’t talk to him for a few days, and then even she caved when she saw how miserable her son was. Conner wasn’t looking for their sympathy. In fact he liked it better when they were mad at him. That he could understand, it allowed him to stop the self-flagellation as long as someone else had taken up the whip. He wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t interested in work. He kept to himself mostly. The wedding was next week and he didn’t want to be the rain on the parade.
