Chapter 5
Even though the day had warmed up considerably, he still wore his black jacket. Unsmiling, eyes fixed on hers, he said, “We need to talk.”
“Yes, you do,” said Isabel, who’d appeared behind Audrey’s left shoulder. “It seems as though you haven’t been entirely truthful with Ms. Barrett.”
Judging by the way his jaw set, Michael wasn’t very happy to see her. “What are you doing here, Isabel?”
“Giving Audrey some much-needed help,” Rosemary chimed in as she came over to stand next to her sister. “Since you left her high and dry.”
“I can explain,” he began, and Audrey cut him off.
“Yes, I think that’s exactly what you should do.”
“Alone,” he said, gray-gilt eyes narrowing.
She really didn’t think he was in a position to be demanding anything, but she knew she ran the risk of hi
