e dropping to a conspirat

rd. I'm doing pretty well for myself n

is chest ou

. Low-level, of course, but it's a start.

? Ethan, darling, are you sure

eyes flicking over Sarah again, a new, predatory light in them. "If an office job isn

on was vile,

a surge o

sheer, unadulterat

d, her voice low and steady, "and I cert

ill got that temper, I see. Didn't

meeting Ethan's gaze d

ossed Ethan's face, quic

You? To who? The mailman? Did you fin

"Or maybe just blind. No offense, Sarah, but you're not exactl

ty of his words

ctively went to the

hings, was the birthday gift

e 1950s she knew he'd appreciate for its history and craftsmanship. Its value was

aunt it, that wasn't

ismissive cruelty

ngerously quiet, "is a wonderful man.

l? Doing what? Managing t

n. "He's probably some lonely accountant who doesn't get out much. You always did have a

ed around the cool me

tinctive logo and the gleam of old gold t

ay, just a subtle shift

Sarah said simply. "He'

moment, not at the barely

significance was lost on him. He was too