CHAPTER 30
“YOU DRIVE A Porsche?” I asked, stopping short as Eli bleeped his car open. He’d even managed to get a parking spot right outside the front door of the hospital.
“A leftover from my previous life.”
He opened the passenger door and helped me inside, always the gentleman, and I shivered as his hand brushed against my waist. He may have called me sugar, but he was definitely the sweeter one.
For all my bluster about Riverley’s open-door policy, I’d still been nervous yesterday when I asked Emmy if we could stay. After all, I’d left under a dark cloud and barely set foot on the estate since.
But she’d only grinned. “You want the good news or the bad news?”
“The bad news first.”
“Well, they’re kind of the same. Bradley’s redone your room. Whether it’s good news or bad news dep
