“This feels wrong,” Mirabelle muttered when she was back in Kara’s apartment with both of her friends. She bit her thumbnail and looked between Kara and Morris. “It feels like we are using him.”
Morris huffed out a breath and rubbed a hand over his face before he dropped it and said, “The man clearly wants to be used. How is that our fault?”
After Theodore’s jaw-dropping offer of a hundred and fifty thousand, Mirabelle was ashamed to say she had been too tempted to just walk out of the small coffee shop and forget anything to do with Theodore Gardner.
And Morris was right. When she’d turned around and finally faced the man again. Theodore hadn’t even looked smug about it. If she wasn’t mistaken, the man had almost looked relieved. Strange.
“I just think it’s a little too suspicious th
