Chapter Eighteen
The secret-keeping is beginning to eat at me. Every day, it gets harder and harder to keep that part of myself locked away, yet Emmaline seems no closer to showing her hand, either. We’ve slipped into an easy routine of dinner, s*x, sleep and work. I still don’t know where she disappears to during the day, and she remains tightlipped about her Madame M work. It would drive me to distraction, except that she has no idea I’m about to become her new landlord.
Secrets.
I’m f*****g sick of them, yet I don’t know how to stop the train we’re on. It’s nearly seven when I show up to the dress shop, and it’s still locked, the shop lights off. Irritation rises through me, followed quickly by worry. What if she got caught in the thunderstorm that swept through this afternoon and sl
