Chapter 4Mr. Chetwood thought I’d fallen asleep, but I just couldn’t bear to hear him talk anymore about the man he’d loved. Because no matter what he might think, he loved that son of a b***h, who’d left him like a guy might leave some cheap floozy he’d taken in a back alley.
The last thing I expected was for Mr. Chetwood to hold me as he slept. He nuzzled the back of my neck and murmured something. Was he imagining I was Simon Holmes?
My throat ached, and my eyes burned with unshed tears. I knew better than this. What kind of a dope was I, building castles in the sky?
He had taken me into his bed, but he hadn’t made any attempt to f**k me. Instead, he’d petted me and told me a story. He hadn’t done anything more, and I’d let myself think that maybe he—
I closed my eyes. The cold that
