Fifty-twoHe’d said they couldn’t see each other to protect her. But as Leilani sat in her empty hotel room and tossed up between biting her fingernails or ordering a whiskey—and she’d never drunk whiskey—another bigger, darker thought wormed its way into her head.
What if his explanation for why they shouldn’t see each other was an excuse to distance himself from her?
Maybe he was sensitive about the exposure of his name being associated with hers in such a public, scurrilous way. Especially straight after he’d been tarred with the Lothario brush for courting and then dropping the Meadows heiress.
Her face heated up as she pondered the possibility.
I’m an embarrassment. He thinks being associated with me will hurt his chances in the competition, and he doesn’t know any other way to get
