ning light. Annabelle sat at the long mahoga
across the table. She wa
Wall Street Journal. Every time he lifted his coffee cup, his movements were
wspaper. His eyes caught hers.
he quickly looked down at her
ing her purse onto a chair. She caught the
, sitting down. She looked directly at Davion. "Davion, y
abriella, I can take the Long Islan
It's no trouble at all, Anna. I'm heading to th
t of Davion's Aston Martin. The cabin was small and intimate. The scent
ened intently, asking smart questions about the digital illustration process. Ann
ice building, he smiled and
as he drove away. But as the car disappeared int
the girl he was contractually obligated to marry. Holding this secret felt like a lie
set her silver fork down on her porcelain plate. The
iella... I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking me in. But I got my fi
room went d
She reached across the table and grabbed Annabe
Her voice carried the weight of a matriarch. "Annab
mered, feeling terrible. "I just... I can't kee
second longer than necessary. There was a calculating, knowing gleam in the older woman's gaze-a lo
but possessed an unyielding, authoritative strength. "My dear, this house i
nt right now is nearly impossible. I insist you stay at least until after Thanksgiving. W
, squeezing her hand. "If you le
er, without a warm family table. The genuine desire in their eyes
slowly nodded. "Okay
d, throwing her
t the window at the moonlit lawns. She had tried to leave, but fate-and Eleanor-had forced her to stay. S
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