I sit in the medical tent with my thoughts for a while. The medical staff, after discussing it, have decided that a trip to the hospital is unnecessary, though if I develop even the slightest twinge of new pain, I’m to report to the ER at once.True to my promise to Mr. Carver, I remain in the medic
“I can’t prove it,” Derek says with a loud curse. “I wrote things down but I didn’t take pictures or anything.”“It’s okay,” I say. “This is a good start.”“That’s funny,” Derek says, laughing a little. “That’s what he said, too.”“Who?”“Me,” Miles says from behind me, so suddenly and clearly that
For a long moment, we don’t say anything. We just stand side by side, looking out at the crowd gathered in the courtyard of the clubhouse. Amber’s there, searching around, presumably for Miles. Among the people, I also spot Garnar and Thea. They are dancing, like they don’t have a care in the world.
With the power disparity between Garnar and me, I know I will need all the help I can get in my divorce, especially to maintain custody of my two daughters.In that regard, Miles’s offer of help is wildly generous. He doesn’t owe me anything. He’s only known me a handful of days, really. In that tim
That he counts his helping me as something he truly believes in does tug at my heartstrings. But not enough to make me give in.“I don’t need your help, Miles,” I say. Thinking quickly, I know I need to say something else to fully seal this deal. “Why don’t you spend more time with Amber and not wor
Back at her house, Cynthia pours me a tall glass of wine. I’ve already explained Miles and my entire encounter twice, but still she asks me, incredulously, “You told him no?”“Of course I did. I don’t need to tell you again how much of a bad idea it is for me to be spending any more time with Miles
To obtain extra money, I need more hours, so I plan what I’m going to say to Mr. Carver as I drive to the country club my next workday.I had to take off a couple of days, both because my body aches, and out of respect for Mr. Carver and Paige who both texted me to tell me if they saw me on the coun
“Is this the woman you were telling me about, Mr. Carver?” Hugo asks, while I’m frozen in shock looking at him.He’s around my age, dressed well in a cashmere sweater and dark pants. His blonde hair is cut short and perfectly styled. His eyes are the color of warm chocolate that, coupled with his so