Chapter 31
VIOLET
Christmas Day
The interior of Heath’s car is warmer than I thought it’d be. I hug myself to fight off the chill before I realize that there isn’t any.
His seats are heated, the surface hot. I didn’t realize that backseats could have that capability, but this is a Sparrow we’re talking about. He’s one of those suits I thought I hated, one of the spoiled wealthy I could not stand. He flipped the script on me…just when I thought I was getting to know him.
I reminisce about the conversation with Marilyn before my night with Heath. I remember each resonating word.
“You’re in love with Heath,” she asked. No, not asked. Declared.
I balked. “No! Well, yes, but…” I stopped talking. I don’t know how to finish that sentence.
“It’s okay if you love him, Vi. He loves you, too.
