Chapter Nine
Ashleigh
He takes me to a boutique called Steph’s in the Heights, a stylish part of the city. There are no racks of clothing. Only a bevy of gorgeous women, smiling, pensive, and sly. It takes me a minute to understand that they’re like mannequins showing off the clothes in various poses. A woman in all black shows us to the back.
“Hello, my love,” a woman says, giving Sutton a kiss on both cheeks. “Tell me you’re doing well and that you’ve forgotten all about that traitor.”
“Hello, Steph. I heard that traitor dropped a small fortune here last week.”
A sniff. “Yes, but I didn’t even tell her that the navy jumper looked pedestrian.”
He grins. “Is it because you care about me?”
“Yes, you foolish cowboy. Now tell me what you’ve brought me.”
“This is Ashleigh. She needs a
