Sarah POVStunned, I watched Jordan cry for several seconds before my training kicked in.“Are you all right?” I asked, kneeling down next to him as he sobbed. Goddess, it sounded like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and spat on it.He just cried some more.“Jordan,” I said as gently a
“Miss Astor!” came a voice from our right. We turned to see Shotz running up to us.I was happy to see he looked a little less dusty than he’d seemed the last time we met, and the vague look of helplessness in his eyes had gone.Zane, however, seemed less than welcoming as Shotz joined us.“I hear y
Sarah POVJordan talked in the helicopter back to the villa. And talked.“Some of the pictures were weird,” he said. “Like, they were small and kinda, I dunno, underdone.”“They were Polaroids,” I said.“What’s that?”“The photos you’re talking about.”“Most were printed out, and some were, like, yo
Sarah POVThe entire time I had known Chef Rachel, she had demonstrated enthusiasm for her job, kindness toward the children, and conscientiousness about her job. I had barely seen her frown, let alone glare at a mixing bowl while furiously whipping at her batter and looking like she wanted to spit
Zane POV“Celiac?” I asked, looking at Sarah over the kitchen island as she inhaled her first cup of coffee. She didn’t even wince at the heat. “Why would Jordan have celiac?”“He doesn’t, he wouldn’t and Ella doesn’t think he might. The point is to put it in everyone’s head that he has this special
I went to my study, but instead of getting to work I just sat there. Hen after a few minutes I took out my desk key and opened the middle left-hand drawer in front of me.From the drawer I took a small, black leather journal, the only one I hadn’t given Sarah. It was dated during the year of our wed
Sarah POVI’m seriously worried about Ella. She’s acting so weird these days. Her career is taking off, so why is she so anxious about my life? I wish she’d stop asking all these questions.It’s always, “What do you feel like?” like I have any idea. I’m sick half the day, then starving, then sleepy,
Sarah POV“So, has the puppy’s been good?” I asked Grace and Chloe in the kitchen. It was a Tuesday, but I had a few minutes before Ollie needed to take them to school. “Hasn’t done anything you don’t want?”“Like what?” Chloe asked, poking at her oatmeal. I knew she preferred bacon and eggs for bre