Aaron
Elle stares at me expectantly as I round the Island until I'm standing beside her.
"What do you know about Uncle's previous jobs?" I ask her once I'm near. She tilts her head to the side, her brows knitting together.
"His previous jobs?" She repeats. "Nothing."
Of course, she doesn't know.
"So you know nothing about what he did before he became a trucker?"
She shakes her head, "Am I supposed to?"
Blowing out a breath, I drag my right hand along my jaw, "I suppose not, no."
Elle watches me closely, holding my gaze when it connects with hers "I thought you were going to tell me why your staff's calling me your fiancé so why are we talking about my dead uncle?
"You'd be surprised how often the dead speak through the living."
She opens her mouth, then closes it. "What does th
