CONNOR'S POV
As I watcher Annette step into the room, I wasn't expecting everything to be the same. She sure wasn't obligated to pretend it will be. If she wanted to walk away from the contract at this point, I would have no reason to stop her. I just couldn't let her go because she was now my responsibility. Because of me, I'd put her in harm's way. Twice.
I walked into my own master bedroom and changed into warmer clothes. I didn't want to show up in Annette's room as she needed to process her thoughts and emotions properly.
Sliding on a cotton sweatshirt that offered warmth, I poured myself a glass of brandy. The alcohol burned my throat in a satisfying way and I rested on the reclining chair across the room by the window, enjoying as the rain patterned against the glass. The wind
