The level of anxiety in Sawyer’s voice wasn’t lost on Jeri. She looked at the house in front of her, though mansion was probably a better term for it. It had two garages, enough to hold four cars, and everything about it screamed wealth.
So his family had money. Big deal. Jeri had never really cared all that much about money, though she had worked hard to get recognition among a male-dominated career, worked hard to build her business into a reputable one.
And one mistake—and not even hers—had undone everything she’d scraped and sacrificed to build.
Her determination to ask him—explain to him the situation she was in—hardened. She hadn’t known what to do after everything had fallen apart, but she was done letting Brenden dictate what she could do with her life.
“Do we need a code word?
