TWENTY-EIGHT
“You’re leaving?” Val asked, coming out of her bedroom just as Poppy was walking along the hallway to see her.
Smiling, Poppy kept on going until she joined the woman in the doorway. “Can we talk inside?”
Without replying, Val retreated to her bedroom with Poppy next to her. “Charley said you’re leaving…. Without Turner.”
“Mm hmm,” Poppy said, guiding Val over to the window. She sat down and took Val with her, gathering their hands together. “He’s staying on the estate this week.”
“Why?” Val asked. “Did you fight? You said you wanted to go back to the Venture. If you want to be in his building, you can’t have broken up with him.”
Shaking her head, Poppy was struggling to contain her smile. “We haven’t broken up. My parents weren’t harassed at dinner. Tiller has promised
