KATLYN
“Are you sure about this?” I asked as soon as we stepped into his room. Unlike the Carter kids of all people in the Carter house, who had given me hard time for staying in the same room as Zurich, his own mother just told us both that she was okay with me staying here with him in his bedroom.
Zurich put the bags down near the wall and turned toward me. Erasing the distance between us, he grabbed my shoulders as he said, “It’s fine, darling. What are you so anxious about?”
For one thing, his brother, who definitely hates me: after the last conversation I had with him, I was sure of it. Second, what about his daughter? What will he tell his daughter about me? Wouldn’t she have questions about the woman who appeared out of nowhere with her father and was now staying at their house,
