Chapter Two
“You’ve been rather distracted of late,” Suzanne said. “When you’re distracted, you don’t talk much, and considering my entire life and our relationship revolves solely around you and what you do…”
“So get a job,” Harold cut in rather sharply as he sat on the bed, which now had a gold flowered duvet set and pillows that matched the curtains. Suzanne’s current pastime was decorating.
She pushed herself up from where she was lying on her stomach on the bed, her legs kicked up behind her. She didn’t know what to make of the way he was watching her. His brown eyes flickered with mischief at times, though the man could be far too serious.
“Or not,” he added before she could respond.
“I had a job, a great one,” she said, “doing something I really loved—until politics came into p
