THIRTY-SEVEN
Was he spitting her sentiment back at her? Reciting her words could be a cruel jibe. A way of telling her he’d known she was full of s**t all along. The alternative was that he’d accepted the way he felt about her and wanted to let her know that he’d done a one-eighty.
Grabbing the pillow next to her head, Tulsi crushed it over her face and let out a long growling scream. The man was infuriating her and she hadn’t even seen him for two weeks.
For two weeks, Tulsi had settled into the rhythm of her new life. She and Merchant ate dinner together every night. Most days, she would choose to go to his office. If she didn’t, Merchant would summon her at some point. Most of the time, Merchant was just giving his men orders. She recognized most of the goons and knew a handful of na
