{Hailey’pov}
If I’d known I was going to end up alone with a naked, bubble-covered Debra Lachlan, I probably would’ve chugged half that bourbon Marcus left behind.
“Negative emotions age you,” Debra declared breezily, adjusting her position in the massive tub. Water sloshed around her like she was lounging in a marble fountain. “There’s only so much one can do with Mercury in retrograde, but…” She let out a long, theatrical breath and flicked a wet hand in my direction. “I forgive you, Hailey Vale.”
“I didn’t ask for your forgiveness,” I replied, holding my ground.
She acted like she hadn’t heard me. “You will, of course, continue to provide me with a modest amount of financial support.”
I stared at her, trying to decide whether she was joking or had simply disconnected from reality.
