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“We’ll see.” I winked and sauntered out of the kitchen.
“Where are you going?”
I didn’t bother turning around. “Why don’t you follow me and find out?”
CHAPTERTWELVE
JOJO
I can’t do this.
I gripped the two handles of the mugs.
Ihaveto do this.
Blindly, I followed him toward the private quarters of the apartment. He seemed to know where he was going. Did that mean he’d been telling the truth? That he knew Grandma Josephine well?
He made an abrupt turn... into the laundry room?
“Thank God it’s not one of those front-loading high things,” he muttered as he flicked on the lights.
He slung his briefcase on the dryer, shucked his suit jacket, and hopped onto the space beside it.
“What are you doing?”
Why on earth would he lead us to the laundry room to discuss my daughter? Why not just sit in the living room? Was this his way of throwing me off-balance?
Because it was working. But why the—Oh my God. It was how we met. But that was twenty-two years ago.And yet, he’s standing here as if this is . . . normal.
He offered me his suit jacket. I looked at it like it was a bomb.
“You’ve got chill bumps,” he said, shaking the garment for emphasis.
I glanced at my arm. I did indeed have goosebumps, though it wasn’t from the cold.
“I’ll be back in a second.”
No way could I put on something he’d been wearing. I’d never be able to think straight, and I wasn’t too proud to admit it... to myself at least.
Why did this man have the ability to rattle me?
I yo-yoed between wanting to get as far away from him as possible to not being able to get close enough.
We needed something binding. Something that would ensure he couldn’t throw another temper tantrum and leave Penelope without representation. Would a contract accomplish that?
He was a lawyer. The best lawyer. He could get out of everything.
I rummaged through my suitcase.
I understood why he’d been upset to find Alma had been with me earlier. But she was my sister. It was natural I’d see her.
And didn’t he want me to dig up as much dirt as I could to help him in the divorce?
Although he didn’t need to know, I already had what he needed.
I pulled on a sweatshirt and a pair of leggings. Penelope had bought them for me and insisted I just try them on. I might love them more than dresses, butthatI would confess to no one.
I drew in a deep breath.
