Sable
“We have to go to the hospital today to check on your progress,” I said to Rhett as we sat having breakfast the next morning.
He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Sable… please, not now. I have a lot going on. Just let me stay focused. I can’t afford any distractions.”
I was smiling on the inside. We were supposed to be visiting the hospital for his check-up every week, but I’d kept quiet about it—until now. I had to start acting like the perfect personal attendant, at least before he started getting suspicious.
“Your health comes first,” I began to say, when we suddenly heard heavy footsteps approaching. We both looked up to see Kit rushing toward the dining table.
“Where’s Brant?” he asked, anxious and slightly breathless.
Rhett let out a long sigh, clearly annoyed. I w
