Chapter Three
It was only as she drove the borrowed truck up Aaron’s driveway and watched him exit the gorgeous house, hands in his pockets, face unreadable, that it occurred to Janelle the quick favor she’d thought to offer could very easily be construed as an excuse to see the handsome man again. And that handsome, rich—she assumed—men were probably approached by manipulative women all the time.
It was something she’d seen happen to her boss many times. The pessimism of the thought had the smile dropping from her face. It didn’t matter if other people used favors as a manipulation tactic. That wasn’t her, and if he thought it was, that was his problem, not Janelle’s.
She let the smile reform as she hopped out of the truck.
“I had just enough time between wedding errands to grab Ethan
