Sadie’s POV
Chloe approached from the crowd, her cream sweater pristine, her dark hair perfect, her smile sharp enough to cut glass. She slid into the space between us with the practiced ease of a woman who had been watching and waiting for her opening.
"There you are," she said, placing her hand on Taylor's arm – fingers curling around his bicep in a gesture of possession that was anything but subtle. "I've been looking for you everywhere. The board wants a photo with the major donors before the auction closes."
Taylor didn't pull away from her touch, but he didn't lean into it either. His arm stayed where it was, rigid, like a statue accepting a bird it had no interest in.
"In a moment," he said.
"Now would be better," Chloe said, her smile fixed. Her eyes moved to me, and the warm
