“And did she know? That it was a marriage of convenience?” My ankle crosses over my knee, and I flick my thumb over the cheap necklace I stole from her dresser. “No.” Dark eyes study my face for the fifth time today, lingering too long on my lips. When she realizes I’m watching, her cheeks stain pink. She clears her throat and adjusts her glasses. “So, it wasn’t entirely her fault, then.” “She never asked. Didn’t care enough to.” Her fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, giving me a glimpse of her neck and collarbone. A few years ago, that might have been enough for me to close the blinds and bend her over her desk. But now? I’m ruined for one woman. The same woman who doesn’t even want me. “Maybe it’s not that she didn’t care.” She flips through her notes that date back t

