Chapter Twenty-Two
HOLTAs I descend the marble stairs that round into the foyer, a shout rends the air from the direction of the kitchen. Back in August, I might not have recognized the sound for what it is, but now it has almost become familiar. It is the sound of Wes laughing, loud and happy, like a normal kid.
My chest tightens with guilt. Because while I am dressed in a tux for a gala I completely forgot was on my calendar until Allie reminded me about it this afternoon, Sylvie is stuck here on her night off. And yeah, revenge is best served boss. I still believe that, but…
Instead of heading straight to the door, I turn on my wingtip and make my way into the kitchen. We’re not in a relationship. We don’t kiss. We barely even touch more than necessary. My rules, which I set for a re
