Sadie Reed
The tension in the air is thick.
Sadie wraps her hands around the mug and sips on the black coffee. It's bitter, and she
scrunches her nose.
Cole sets a sugar container on the middle of the table.
"Do you use creamer?"
"Yeah." Sadie nods.
She focuses on pouring the sugar into her cup, anything to avoid Cole's probing stare.
"Here you go." He hands her a creamer carton, which she accepts with a trembling hand.
She uses it quickly and then hands it back. "Thanks."
Cole straddles the chair again.
She can feel his searing, suspicious gaze burning into her from across the table. It's as
though he's searching, probing, trying to discover what secrets she has hidden from him.
"How did you come to have keys to the Novak Ranch?"
"That's not any of your business," her voi
