‘I don’t have much time, thanks to that b***h Nita,’ she growled. ‘She was going to be our eyes and ears, and then she goes off and... Well, you can probably guess.’
Oh, f**k. My heart skipped a beat. Not for guilt that I might have gotten Nita into trouble, but that I might have been discovered. I steeled myself for Parnell or Marlena to come barging in and haul me off to whatever devious punishment deemed worthy for my disobedience. But, instead of anger for what I deserved, Francesca was more concerned about what she wanted, and how she would use me to get it.
‘You’re a bit of a tiger’s tail,’ Francesca said. ‘Not that I really know that much about you, but enough I think. Oh, yes, I know you. I knew you as soon as you spoke the name Conover. That tone of self-pity from the front door
