Sure enough, Gideon took my hand.
"Heidi is the one who hurt people. None of this has anything to do with you."
Mrs. Whitaker looked even more displeased.
That evening, she finally gave in to her soft heart and ordered someone to release Heidi.
Heidi didn't run. Instead, she carried a pot of hangover tonic into Gideon's study.
When the news reached me, I was removing my makeup.
The caregiver stamped her foot anxiously.
"Aren't you going to take a look, ma'am?"
"What's the rush?"
I leisurely sniffed the diffuser the butler had just delivered.
The cloyingly sweet scent went straight to my head.
An aphrodisiac.
Mom had once bought the same scent so I'd recognize it and never fall victim to it. She said that once a man inhaled this stuff, even a plastic mannequin could become his d
