“So. You are Hunter Sullivan are playing husband and wife. Again.”
Cordelia sighed and turned around. Chantal was standing in her bedroom doorway, studying her carefully. Her Mom’s eyes were shrewd and clever behind her glasses, and Cordelia knew that her mother saw everything written on her face. Cordelia had gotten her natural people-reading ability from someone, after all… and that person was now standing smack in front of her. She was also going into Spanish Inquisition Mode and so Cordelia braced herself.
“Yes.” Cordelia folded some underwear and packed it in her brand-new crazy-expensive suitcase. Dallas had sent a whole set of luggage over while she was at the range, and she’d almost passed out when she’d seen the monogram ‘LV’ on the distinctive brown leather.
The six-piece set
