ts. The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place with bru

as D

simply picked up her teacup, meeting Dorr's h

this?" Dorr's voice was tight, laced

a problem?" She turned a warm smile on Bailey. "Bailey and I have known each other for a w

wed, trying to piece together a puzzle that made no sense. He looked at

a polite, distant smile

ounced, rising gracefully. "Dorr, why don't you entert

ing shut behind her. The moment they were alone, th

over her. "What is your endgame here, Bailey?" he demanded, his voice a low, angry g

t clink and stood up, bringing herself closer to him. She smoothed an

ve. "My relationship with Mrs. Beaumont started long before you decided

is just a coincidence? You, sitting in my grandmot

s you sleep at night,"

rsonal space. The sudden proximity caught him off guard. He instinctively

ing smile playing on her lips. "But te

ed, though his voice lacked

lightly brushing against the lapel of his expensive suit jacket, pretending to adjust it. The gesture was intimate, ye

alyzed by her sudden boldness. He was used to women cow

sitting around the dinner table... would you prefer I call you my brother-in-law? Or..." She paused, le

ious flush crept up his neck, rapidly spreading across his sharp cheekbones and turning the tips of his ears a bright, burning red. Th

voice hoarse, unable to

e could say another word, the sharp ringtone of he

s she pulled the phone from her purse. Glancing at the caller ID, she answered it

alked back in. Her sharp eyes darted between Dorr's flushed face and Bailey's s

her phone back into her bag. "But I'm so sorry, Mrs. Beaumont.