Jas.
The moment we closed at work this evening, Zane had insisted I moved into his apartment until we got married and he had helped me moved from Uncle Matthew’s house.
I had argued and fussed about it but he was adamant. Now, I was in that guestroom he had shown to me during the tour, wondering what to do about this sudden change.
I couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard I tried to stay quiet and force the thoughts out of my head, I just couldn’t fall asleep. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, yet I couldn’t relax.
The strange events of the past few weeks played on a constant loop in my mind. Zane’s unexpected offer, my even more unexpected response, and his reaction to how I had given up more than half of the compensation money.
He had been beyond disgusted and furious,
