Chapter Three
“Are you sleeping in here with me?”
I stood at the door of the room my daughter would use while at Bradley’s. “No, I’ll be in one of the extra guest rooms. But first, Mr. Blackwell wants to talk to me about the dinner.”
“Okay.” She yawned, her eyes closing sleepily. “Night, mom.”
“Night, sweetie.”
The room goes dark as I shut off the light, shutting the door behind me.
I found Bradley in his room. Enclosing us both inside, he turned around and smiled at me. His shirt hung open, the fly of his pants unbuttoned as if he’d been about to strip. He lifted his glass to his mouth and downed the rest of the amber liquor, his eyes never leaving mine. I didn’t question my assessment; the drink of his choice always remained the same.
He put the glass down and shrugged out of his
