Chapter 4“I’d say it’s been a pleasure, but I’m not certain it would be the truth,” I said early on a Wednesday evening, making a small bow in Justin’s direction.
Roland was here, too, seated in one of the armchairs facing the fireplace. Obviously he found what I’d said and my action amusing as he let out a guffaw and then picked up his glass of wine, taking a deep drink.
Justin was less than impressed, scowling momentarily before he fixed a smile on his face. “I could say the same,” he retorted. “On both counts.”
My year with him was up as of tonight, much to the relief of us both. In the last year we had butted heads often as he’d taught me everything I needed to know.
He’d gotten his money’s worth out of me as a companion. I took care of the house—okay, we shared that but I did a lo
