CHAPTER 4
I SHOULD HAVE put my foot down and stopped Bradley, but thanks to the deliciousness of a chocolate fondant, a crème brûlée, and one too many margaritas, I’d more or less forgotten all about his plan when I stumbled out of Rhodium sometime around midnight. My headache the next day precluded rational thought, and he didn’t say another word about our little discussion until a week later.
Mack had mentioned Emmy was out of the country, so I snuck over to Riverley to tidy up my old bedroom. I needed more clothes, and although I hated to move Ryan’s things, I couldn’t leave the room in some sort of bizarre time warp. Otherwise where would it end? Would I still be tiptoeing around his discarded boots in a year? Two years? Better to rip the Band-Aid off and deal with it now.
Luckily,
