When I head down the stairs the next morning, I stop in my tracks.
There’s a woman standing in the living area. Her back is to me as she focuses on something in her hand.
My first thought is that this must be another one of Roman’s… whores, but she’s dressed as adequately as ever.
Doesn’t mean she couldn’t be, though.
I shove the thought to the back of my head.
The flip flops I have on announce my presence, and the lady turns to face me, a polite smile on her slender, tan face. “Good morning, Mrs. Sterling.”
My eyes drop to the phone in her hand. That must be what she had been focused on before I walked in. Brows pulling together, I take the remaining steps into the living area toward this stranger.
“Uh… who are you?” I ask, trying as much as I can not to let annoyance seep into my
