I stumble backwards, trip over my own feet, and flop down onto the bed. At least, blessedly, the venetian blinds snapped closed again, hiding away this room from the outside. And the outside from this room.“Mommy…” Iris starts, bottom lip wobbling, tears in her eyes.“It’s okay, honey. It’s okay. I
When I look, I can see why.There is live footage from in front of our house. The house we are in right now. From this vantage point, we can see swarms of reporters and photographers on our lawn. Some are even circling around the house.“Are the doors locked?” I ask.“I’ll check,” Garnar says, turni
The policemen don’t seem to notice or care about my shock. They just continue speaking as if delivering a report.“We’ve removed the trespassers from your property. However, we cannot remove them from public property, which includes the sidewalk and the street. We will keep a car stationed here for
Undoubtedly, they want to ask me. They want to know.Likely only work rules keep them from directly accosting me, but I can hear the whispers.“Do you think it’s Miles?”“They did seem close…”“That interview was fire…”“It has to be Miles.”Lowering my head, I try to focus on my work and ignore the
Sabrina is purposefully trying to put me on the spot, expecting me to trip up and reveal more than I’m ready to. Undoubtedly she already suspects Miles and I are intimate, and she’s just looking to confirm that bias. All it would take from me is the slightest slip.I feel my cheeks heat up but I for
“Representative Hamilton, you must admit the resemblance is uncanny!” That sounds like Sabrina.“In that case, Ms. Owens must have very good taste,” Miles jokes. More people laugh. “But really, guys. Let me give it to you straight. There isn’t a story here. Esther Owens has a sex life. Is that newsw
The moment lingers between Hugo and me, with his hand warm under my touch. This starts as a comfort but quickly shifts into something I did not expect.This moment is almost… romantic.Hugo looks into my eyes, I look into his. Slowly, he starts to lean closer.An image of Miles flashes through my mi
“I do.”Hugo goes quiet a moment, watching me as I gather my things. “The police brought you here, didn’t they?” he asks.“They did,” I reply. I don’t know how he knows that, but I suppose the CEO of a news network likely knows everything.He tilts his head. “How are you getting home?”I still. The