A/N: This is a repost of a story I published almost 2 years ago. It's now been edited and I've put in page breaks. Hopefully will be uploading a chapter a day. Total story will be 15 chapters long.


"Connor!" Abby yelled loudly towards the stairs to get his attention.

Connor poked his head over the railing. "What is it, Abs? I'm busy."

"Having a lie-in does not count as being busy, Con. Come help me get breakfast. Also, you've got some mail here."

Connor frowned, "Mail? Really? Me?"

"You're the only Connor that lives here, ain't ya? Hurry up."

Connor came down the stairs a few moments later, still clad in the boxers and undershirt that he'd been sleeping in. "Where's me mail, Abs? Who's it from?"

Abby shrugged and slid the black envelope across the table to him along with a cup of coffee and a piece of toast. "Guess you'll have to open it and find out."

Connor stared at the envelope suspiciously, "Not too many people know I live here now, do they? There's no return address."

"There's no address at all," Abby pointed out. "It's just got your name. Someone left it right on the doorstep, yeah? Didn't actually arrive in the post I don't think."

"Why didn't they just email me? Or phone me? Or ring the bell? Knock on the door? Shout from the street?"

Abby sighed, clearly irritated by all the questions first thing in the morning. "I don't know, Connor. You'd best open it and find out I guess."

He finally did so, his eyes widening as he read it, and then suddenly he grinned. "Abby! Look! I've got a secret admirer!"

"Lemme see."

"No way, it's my mail. It's private."

Abby reached to snatch the letter from him, but Connor held it out of her reach. "Who do you think it is, Abs?"

"How would I know? You won't even let me read it."

Connor frowned suddenly, "What if it's Caroline?"

"What?"

"She knows where I live and she did ask me to call her after the funeral, yeah? It might be Caroline. I hope it's not, but it probably is, yeah?"

Abby sighed, "Yeah, could be. Would you just let me take a look?"

"Nope."

"Well, what you gonna do if it's Caroline?"

Connor shrugged, "Ignore it, I guess. I mean, it feels nice to be admired and I do think she feels badly and all, but I don't think Rex likes her much, yeah? Can't bring a girl back here that Rex doesn't like."

"Didn't fancy her much myself," Abby answered pointedly.

Connor grimaced. "Yeah, sorry, Abs. I promise, if it's not Caroline I'll listen to your judgement this time."

"Guess I can't judge someone if we don't know who it is though, can I?"

"Maybe you can help me figure that out."

"Maybe, but you'd have to let me read it, wouldn't you?"

Connor frowned, "I'll think about it."

"Fine," Abby grumbled as she stood and left the room, "I'm gonna go get dressed whilst you think."

Connor nodded and then turned back to his letter and grinned. A secret admirer! Who'd have guessed? He didn't think he'd actually act on it. After all, the reason he'd broken up with Caroline in the first place was because he wanted to act on his feelings for Abby. Eventually. Eventually he'd get up the courage to do that. But still, it was nice to feel wanted and he couldn't help but to wonder who sent it. He scanned the letter for clues, but couldn't find anything so he put it in his pocket to analyse more later.