18
Breakfast was never going to be fun.
Sneaking into the shower with Ryske had been fun. Having s*x in there before he washed her body and her hair had been fun. But the inevitable had to come eventually and Harlow found herself wiping her grin from her face the minute she stepped into the dining room with Ryske.
Lena was there in her usual seat beside Jean. Neither were speaking and there was a sadness hanging in the air that hurt her heart. Going around the table, Harlow could tell that Ryske sensed it too, but he knew better than to comment.
Through the French doors, she spotted her father and Rupert at the far end of the backyard engaged in conversation. She couldn’t tell how heated it was or what was being said. They were at the other end of the lawn, facing each other, maybe eig
