Becca.
The compound should have felt stifling, but that wasn’t the case. It was large, and airy, with beautiful gardens and many walking paths. Men with guns nodded to me politely as they did their perimeter patrols while I explored my gilded cage.
Layla was taking the children down other paths on the other side of the compound. I’d offered to go with her, but she’d insisted I get some alone time. Between James and the kids, I hadn’t gotten a lot of that since I’d been at the mansion.
Over the past week, James had been trying to reason with me every day. Every day. I saw his point, of course, but I was over men lying to me “for my own good.” OVER it.
