, her voice tight with a fur
e must be so
nt hum of the basement o
" I ask, my voice drip
nd ordering paper towels. I'm in the baseme
them you were eager to learn the business from the very bottom. To
ithout revealing her true, entitled nature. She can' t. The "gratefu
o words clipped and cold. "Thank
sweetly. "Work hard
w he
will find a way to slither u
around me, his handsome face a mask of concern and
ight, baby," he murmu
crawl. I have to fight
orcing a smile. "Think
works. He pulls me closer, playing
"But I'm here. I'll always
rchestrated my parents' "yachting accident," a
d Molly by accident. They got sloppy. This
iancée. I let him "take care of me." I lean on him, making
n the upper floors. Delivering packages that could have been sent throu
cide to surprise Caleb at work. I
arm, her face tilted up in that practiced, adoring way. Caleb
on' t
ayal searing itself into my mind again. This is the
out, my voice in
nic. Caleb' s expression shifts instantly to
ere?" He strides over, kissing me,
about a plumbing issue in th
ly is looking at the floor, the
l, I' m glad you' re taking care of it, C
give her a small, encouraging smile, the sam
nning. Let her think I'
they become, the ha