“In the court of public opinion, Amanda will win every time against Daxton. We can use that. We will.”
When the white manor of Somerset came into view, my stomach knotted, and I had to force myself to breathe steadily. This was it. This was the moment we’d been waiting for. I touched the inside of my jacket, the metal cool and reassuring to the touch. I could do this. I would do this, and by noon, everything would be exactly the way it should be. I just had to pull the trigger.
In a stroke of inspiration, I secured my right sleeve in the pocket on that side, making sure it wouldn’t accidentally fall out. This way, it looked like I had both of my hands in my pockets, but my right arm was inside my coat instead, within reach of the gun hidden in the lining. It wasn’t the most graceful of p
