*Jack*
“The coach is my son’s!”
I look up from the page I have been reading in my ledger while enjoying a leisurely breakfast. The Luna has arrived, and she is furious. And in her fury, she is breathtakingly beautiful. How have I failed to miss that last night? Or is it simply that a good night’s rest has brought color to her cheeks and washed away her weariness? Mentally shaking myself free of her spell, I come to my feet. “Good morning, Olivia. Did you sleep well?”
“Don’t take that tone with me.” She huffs.
“What? Cordiality? I would have thought you would appreciate it.” I say.
“Innocence. Do not pretend to be innocent.” She marches toward me, tapping her ledger as she comes. “You accused me of trying to steal from you, yet you knew good and well that the coach belonged to my son.”
