Chapter 23
BlairThe shock still hadn’t dissipated. It remained balled up in the center of my chest, waiting to explode outward again.
The living room swam around me, and my focus on my mother dropped, the rage which’d sprung up at the sound of her voice folded inward again – the shock sucked it back into the ball of emotion.
My stomach lurched, and I dropped my gaze to the parquet flooring, the lights from the Christmas tree reflected in its patina.
He’s not an escort. He’s not an escort.
The knowledge repeated in my mind, over and over again. Somehow, it didn’t make me happy. I’d picked up a complete stranger and brought him home for the weekend. I’d thought this was business, a simple deal between two people who understood the transaction.
Sure, I’d slipped and gone against my init
