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

planning the six-o’clock ambush?”

“I wouldn’t call it an ambush.”

She gave me a look.

“There was a lawyer at breakfast.”

“Fine. It was a very organized breakfast.”

She laughed.

Then her face softened.

“I deserved it.”

“You needed it.”

She nodded.

Richard appeared in the doorway.

“What are you two whispering about?”

Caroline looked at me.

I looked at her.

“Breakfast continue reading …