Jack“Mr. Aldridge, you’d do well to cease and desist trying to seize Mrs. Aldridge’s inheritance. We will be proceeding with submitting Mrs. Aldridge’s late mother’s will if you do not relinquish the outlined portion of your assets as stated in the divorce settlement,” a lawyer drones. I grit my te
“What were you thinking?!” Ethan’s voice finally penetrates the cloud of fear, and I look up at him. He pulls me out of the car, searching for injuries. “Why don’t you take better care of yourself?”Anger and worry mix in his tone which makes me feel funny. Is he mad at me?“I was worried about hitt
FionaRyan chuckles at my question like it’s the funniest thing ever.“Well, maybe some people have very good eyesight, but that’s not important,” he says. “We’re here.”Thank God.Climbing out of the car, I thank them both before rushing to the front door of the small house my mom left me. I couldn
As soon as Ryan is out the door, Ethan pulls his phone out. I release him and make my way over to the couch, sitting down and turning a lamp light on. Ethan speaks with someone on the phone, but I tune him out and look at my leg.There’s a large cut on my thigh, but from what I can tell through my p
FionaEthan slides his arms under my legs and shoulders, lifting me into his arms and making me gasp. For a second, I thought he was going to deny me, but when he turns, closes the door, and begins walking to his car, I realize he’s taking me home with him instead of staying with me.“I don’t have a
Shaking the thoughts away, I dip the applicator into the medicine.“Let me apply it for you,” Ethan says, and then he lowers himself and kneels before me. I go still, taking in a quick breath when his hand circles my ankle and slowly slides up my calf. Tingles zip through my body and settle in my co
FionaWith my stomach growling, I wrap a large sweater around myself and exit my room. I don’t want to bother anyone since they’re probably busy, so I quietly pad to the kitchen to find something for breakfast.I wander around, not knowing where I’m going, until I pass a door and hear a woman shriek
Fiona “You’ll what?” I ask as Ethan stands to leave the table. “I’ll have your desk moved right next to mine,” he repeats. I stare at this man. What is going through his mind? Like he hadn’t just said we’d be together every day, Ethan slides his phone into his pocket and walks away. Is he seri