Kent can’t help enjoying the way his stomach twists when he sees Fay like that, frozen in the chair before him, her mouth slightly agape, her sapphire eyes wide with shock. A curl of her unruly red hair has fallen lose of its messy ponytail and into her face. He presses his hands harder against the
Half an hour later, I’m pounding up the front steps to my childhood home and throwing open the screen door. I twist the doorknob and push on the wooden door behind it, expecting it to fall open with its familiar creak, but I bump against it when it fails to open. Tears start to slide down my cheeks
I hear my sister flick through the contract to the end. “Well,” she mutters, “this one isn’t signed…”“Because that’s Kent’s second offer,” I say plainly, trying to keep my voice even as I peek through my fingers at her. Janeen quirks her head to the side, looking at me. “That’s the NDA he wants me
Janeen seats me at the kitchen table while she fixes us both another drink. When she slides into the seat across from me, her face is gentler and more considerate than it was before. I sigh, grateful for it – Janeen has always teased me, and I don’t really care about that, but this is the big sister
Damn it, but I don’t want to. A huge part of my knows that it would be the smart thing to do, but the other part of me…I look my sister in the eye. “You’re right,” I say, a little grim. “I don’t know what it is about this world, Janeen. But I’m not ready to leave it yet.”She shrugs. “I get it. I’m
It’s almost dark that evening when I pull up to the gates to Kent’s estate. I spent the day with Janeen, planning my next steps, letting the sound of her laugher and warm advice wash over me like a healing balm. I also let her curl my hair into sexy waves and exchange my slouchy sweater and leggings
“Coward,” I hiss, cursing myself as I hurry up the stairs. Damn it, at the first trial of this new, powerful me I totally collapsed. I dart into my room, pressing the door closed and taking a deep breath, closing my eyes as I steel myself. I know that I owe Daniel more than that. But damn it, Janee
About fourteen minutes later, I study myself in the mirror, my stomach a mess of butterflies. I’m better than I was about twelve minutes ago, though, when I’d been sitting on the floor drinking directly from the bottle of wine, hissing desperately into the phone to my sister while she tried talk me