“Meaning he’s been obsessively tracking down the reporter writing unflattering gossip columns about him. Equally stupid.”“That’s different,” Jonathan replies shortly.“Come talk to me when she writes something awful about you, then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”“So what did you do to fuck up with
An hour later, I’m in front of Lilly’s door. It looks identical to mine. Well, if you don’t take the penthouse elevator, it does. And only I take that because I’m the only one with a key. I should give Lilly a key. I’m fishing in my pocket for the elevator key when the door opens.“Michael?” Her lov
My heart thumps. I love you. I squeeze my eyes shut. How long have I wanted to hear those words from him? Longer than I may care to admit. Ten years long. His anguished expression from tonight plays behind my lids. In it, I see the shadow of every glance he gave me over the years. What if he really
MichaelIt’s too fucking early for someone to be knocking. I’m only halfway through shaving, and I have a towel wrapped around my waist. There’s a persistent ache behind my right temple, and the best I can hope for today is to be numb to the world.I wrench open the front door to Mallory’s surprised
LillyWhere is the damn email? I check again. I’m curled on the impossibly comfortable couch this morning, under a wool throw, anxiously refreshing my email, checking my texts, texting Mallory, and then checking my email again. I’m wearing Michael’s sweatshirt, like I have since I got back from Mont
“What do you mean? He has friends, doesn’t he? Girlfriends?”George shakes their head. “To my knowledge, you’re the only woman in his phone, other than his mother.”My whole body is clenched. “Not even Amora?”“Why would Amora be in his personal phone?” They finally stop typing and look up at me, th
She colors. “Apologies, I’m thrilled Michael is buying it. I feel like I’m really putting my foot in things today. I’ll leave you alone with the paperwork. I have the cashier’s check and the wire instructions for the remaining amount.” I’m unable to respond, and she gets up, shutting the rickety doo
His long legs are nearly brushing mine. My hand on the wood is so close to his.“I gave you a piece of my family.” His eyes are serious.“I can’t accept it.”His mouth turns down. “You signed, right?”I nod, and he looks pleased.“Then there’s nothing you can do. The cottage is yours and the deed fo