He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

at Grace. Then at me.

I kept my head down.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked.

Grace didn’t miss a beat. “Sir asked for the study touched up. There was ash on the windowsill again.”

Dalton looked at the open safe.

Everything in me stopped.

Then he looked at Ethan’s desk, saw the legal pad, and sighed like a tired man cleaning up after somebody else’s continue reading …