One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

behind him, Dave turned toward me.

“What the heck, Felicity? Where did you find that guy? A modeling agency?”

“He’s a colleague, actually.”

I met his gaze.

“You started this, Dave. Now you have to deal with it.”

He dragged a hand through his hair.

For once, he didn’t look smug or confident.

He looked scared.

“Look, I messed up. I thought it would be easy, continue reading …