EIGHTEEN
Earlier, in the morning, she thought she saw Carson but wasn’t sure until he turned and waved. She smiled back at him, got in her car and drove off. Over dinner that evening, as Steve talked about his day, images of the manservant filled her mind. In bed, curled up, she imagined him next to her, holding her ...
Again, the following day after dropping Bea off, she feigned surprise when she found him standing outside the school. “This is becoming something of a routine,” she laughed.
“I’m honestly not stalking you.”
Leaning against her car, she glanced around. Small groups of mums gathered to gossip but nobody gave her any mind. For the moment, she was anonymous, and she preferred it that way. And Carson, so close and so big. Despite the grey morning, he wore his trademark t-shi
