We sit in my office, staring at each other. I’m sitting in an armchair next to my built-in bookcase, and Jaylene is sitting on the leather sofa I have in the room. I had poured myself a glass of bourbon when we settled in the room, but Jaylene refused anything I offered.
I clear my throat, still kicking myself for opening my big mouth. I have no idea what the hell I was thinking, and now I’ve backed myself into a corner. There’s no getting out of this now, and I have to figure out how to make this all make sense.
I guess if you really think about it, my suggestion isn’t that stupid. Deon is clearly trying to get her by his side through marriage and is willing to do anything to make it happen. Now, it looks like her parents are of the same mindset, threatening her livelihood to force he
