Chapter Ten
After leaving the diner I visit Jessica to give her my tips for the night. It was supposed to be her shift anyway, I figure, and she and her baby need the cash more. It’s not like this money is going to make a dent in the debt. She’s sympathetic about the news, but not very surprised.
“You know what you should do,” she says. “You should move in with Damon Scott. Like really wrap him around your little finger.”
“Absolutely not.”
I haven’t worked so hard, fought so long, hidden myself away only to belong to someone else. When I was six years old I could have proved to Jonathan Scott what I could do, if I wanted to be owned by a dangerous man. Now I’m fifteen. Only three more years until I can leave Tanglewood.
“Would it really be so bad? He’s hot, at least.”
“I wouldn’t eve
