reluctantly into the massive walk-in closet. If he wanted he

rcoal gray suit, a bright Pepto-Bismol pink shirt, and a lime green tie. Ho

ne is pretty!

by the bedroom door had to physi

the shift in the room's air pressure, didn't miss the body

he closet and retrieved a classi

e," he c

t came to the tie, she fumbled with the silk, tying it

handiwork. With a sigh of impatience, he deftly undid the knot and, i

of suspicion hardened in her gut. For a

Mrs. Gable shot Chloe a look of pure

polished table. Ignoring the silverware, Chloe reache

s. Gable snapped, her voi

banging them together on the table, creat

silence, seemingly oblivious to t

hloe. This was her chance to push him,

it to her lips, pretending to take a sip. The

the air and splashed directly onto Donovan's fa

profound silence. The maids froze. M

read across Chloe's face. L

ly, placed his knife and fork on his plate. He didn't shout. He didn't even ra

ou make a mess," he said, his voice dangerously

ant smile froze

"Use your handkerchief.

ish, strawberry-patterned handkerchief from the pocket of her dress. Her hand trembled as she beg

ed with the sour smell of milk. As her hand moved to wipe his chest, righ

rpose,

s sunglasses. But she didn't need to see his eyes. She could see the corner of his mou